...how i managed to get cinnamon toothpaste on my back this morning while i was getting dressed? because i sure as hell would.
i mean, i was brushing my teeth with only my undies on, standing at the mirror, when i felt a stray hair on my back. so naturally i reached back to remove it, except it was in a place where i couldn't quite reach it. which meant that i, in full pre-coffee mode with toothbrush still in my mouth, actually started to spin around to try and get it (much like a dog chases its tail. it's funny when a dog does it. not so funny when a grown, for-all-intents-and-purposes-sane woman does it.)
by the time i came full circle and could see myself and my shoulder blade in the mirror, i realized i not only hadn't gotten the hair, but i had managed to glop toothpaste on my back as well.
how? how is this possible? did toothpaste somehow magically fly from my mouth onto my back? did i somehow, unbeknownst to me, have a glop of toothpaste on my hand that spread to my back?
WHO GETS TOOTHPASTE ON THEIR SHOULDER?
well, obviously, i do.
so anyway, after a final rub-my-back-against-hanging-towels maneuver, i managed to rid myself of stray hair and toothpaste glop. but still.