After our perfect memorial day weekend, the rain has moved in.
Which is OK. We need it. All of the green I love so much needs it.
But when I walked out of work today and there was sunshine, there was no holding me back.
I was going hiking. Even if it meant going by myself.
And it was worth it. Despite the minor fall made in front of someone I've only recently met who I just so happened to run into along the trail. The embarrassing fall that left me flat on my butt in the dirt.
Because I am full of grace and poise like that.
When I got home, I immediately headed for the shower (covered in filth and sweat from both my tumble and my fierce show of athleticism). Which is when I took a look at my sink and saw this:
It was a sneak attack. Possibly (probably?) even unintentional.
But ridiculously amusing when you know this story.
Or even better, the devirginators breakdown of what really happened there.
It was a sneak attack.
But it would appear as though my toothbrush has made a new friend.
Kind of. Sort of. Maybe.
