A Morning Person I Am Not
|A morning person I am not. No different, this morning was. That yucky morning taste, my mouth had. (Want to kiss me in the morning you would not.) So into the bathroom to brush my teeth, I stumbled. Barely open, my eyes were.|
Still, easy to pick my toothbrush out, it was. Next to Young Skywalker's Spider-Man toothbrush it hangs. On the sink for my toothpaste, I felt around. The tube I grabbed and on my toothbrush I squeezed some paste. Very vigorously, I started brushing.
Then, very awake I became! Awful, the toothpaste tasted. So at the tube I looked. My Freshmint-Flavored Aquafresh Tartar-Control w/Extra Whitening Action Cool Gel it was not! Young Skywalker's hair-sculpting paste it was!
Stupid Young Skywalker and his dozens of hair accoutrements! Fourty different hair-care products on the sink there must have been! Gotten on to him about this before I have!
Over and over again, my mouth I rinsed out. But able to get rid of the taste I was not! Eventually, numb my mouth went. Very inconvenient this was. Eat my Cap'n Crunch, I could not. Out of my mouth, the milk kept dribbling. Yell at my Stupid Intern, I could not.
A very bad day I had. Yes, very bad it was.