Just like I do every other morning, when I got up at 5:30 this morning, I gave my screaming bladder some relief, washed my hands, took my night guard out and brushed it, and brushed my teeth, and then I got dressed.
And then I went to work.
Some two hours later I hear the Richard's house-slipper shuffle coming across the linoleum in the kitchen and dining area and heading toward where I work and then I hear him "heh heh heing" behind me.
What? I don't turn around.
You forgot to comb your hair and you look like you have stuck your finger in a light socket. But that's OK, I forgot to comb my own hair too.
But actually, it is not OK, because on more than one occasion I have lept up from the computer at 7:45 and raced out of the house to get to my 8:00 AM aerobics class without bothering to look at myself in the bathroom mirror before charging out the door.
Must remember to add "brush hair" to the morning routine.