A pasty white woman

I drive my husband nuts with my inattention to details such as tightening the lids on jars. Sometimes, however, I am hoist by my own petard.

I'd spent the evening preparing a talk on blood vessel health. Turns out, one's vascular health depends a lot on one's dental health, so I ended the evening with an in-depth flossing. I wore my strongest reading glasses as I bent towards the mirror to get a really good look at the teeth. When I straightened up, I noticed white goo on the tips of my hair. I didn't much want to touch it, but a moment's investigation confirmed it was toothpaste. Indeed, my Pepsodent tube, cap askew, had oozed paste into a puddle on the counter top.

After rinsing paste from hair, I straightened up to inspect my floss job in the mirror. Hanging from the left earpiece of my readers was an enormous gob of toothpaste dripping from glasses across onto lens and down into hair and cheek. I have no idea how my toothpaste tube launched this surface to hair missile. Was my face white!