Toothpaste Glob? Chunk? Smear? Portion? Swoop?

Two things:

1. Brown Rubbing Off My Neck. Ick. Not even as good as it sounds.

I was folding towels today in the laundry room (with my recently cleaned off counter!), when I realized why my neck was so sketchy looking this morning! (ok, as I'm proofreading, I realize I didn't make the towel/neck connection for you. I fold them in half then half again, then tuck the top under my neck as I fold it into thirds.) Yep, can't think of a better word. Back story/rewind: I choose not to go to tanning booths (although, I deeply crave/love them) since I had a :growth: taken off my right hip/back two years ago in January (getting ready for a great trip to Hawaii, I over-tanned). So. No more tanning, much to my chagrin. : P Anyway, back to the current day. I use this relatively inexpensive self-tanning moisturizer daily. I love it, I was looking really dark, it's easy. Until. Uh-umm. Until the last week. I've over-used? My knees were bad (read: dark) a couple of days ago, so I scrubbed them with a washcloth, and then they were worse. Very white knees, and dark legs, creepy. So, I laid on the lotion before bed, then reapplied in the morning. It seemed to work, but then this morning, I had a peel-y looking neck. Very gross (and I had a date tonight!). So, I rubbed it really hard (with a washcloth again-I even have a very nice scrubby mitt I got for $25 at a salon-but I still use a washcloth, more gentle?), and reapplied lotion. Have I not learned? I'm sure I'm back on the road to peel-y neck and dark knees, but it's my fate. Even with the pool, I don't live out there. And it's Hot. I don't like to sweat so much. : ) Especially when I can tan in the air conditioning, and not get skin cancer. So, I walk the peel-y, orange-y walk, but with healthy skin. I'll see you on the other side. In 70 years! : )

2. Clean Underwear

Have you ever been thankful that underwear came out of the dryer clean? I actually said a prayer of thanks today. I got a gift of folded underwear on the laundry room counter (again-because the counter was clean?) yesterday morning. I already knew the back (heehee, no pun intended!) story, but didn't want to throw them away, since they were brand new (we'd tried a new style, and these didn't have exposed, irritating elastic like his other underwear). So, contrary to my usual, toss-and-buy-new attitude, I threw them in the wash (without checking out the racing stripes inside). Thankfully, when I checked the inside today (after the dryer), they were beautiful (or handsome, as the case may be). So, I was thankful they were clean. Should I appreciate my detergent (Tide), or my great washer (Whirlpool-except mine is older now)?

Alrighty, hope you appreciate all the fancy links. : ) I gotta get to bed. Great date was had tonight, including PF Chang's and a movie (don't see I Love You, Beth Cooper, unless you are Prepared for it-full of language, sexual references, and more smut than the book : P ). I was shocked the movie was rated PG-13. What this tells me is that my thirteen year old will not even be allowed to see PG-13's! (ps-remind me in 4.5 years!)

Ok, and 3. Toothpaste (late entry)

Do you wet your toothbrush before you add toothpaste? Have you ever put toothpaste on your toothbrush only to discover it's Gone? I mean, MIA? I could not find the toothpaste chunk (glob?) I'd put on there to save my life, and I'm not crazy. Where does it go? The floor? The drawer? My hairbrush? My nightgown? I had to add more, and Where Is It? I'll find it all crusty and rubbery in a couple months when I don't want to find it.