You ever have one of those days where it didn't start out right? Where you should have just stayed in bed and not gotten out of bed until the next day? Well of course you have. We all have.
After finishing my breakfast (the boys were at work), I headed off to my son's bathroom to brush my teeth ... at least those that are left (a result of candy, coke, Twinkies and potato chips when I was a kid). I noticed a small tube of my son's toothpaste standing upright on the bathroom counter and proceeded to squeeze the paste onto my Sonicare. When I travel, it goes with me. Electric toothbrushes take the hard work out of brushing. Anyway, I spent the next three-minute cycle attacking all the vile germs that just love to find a happy home on my teeth. But something wasn't quite right. The toothpaste had a strange taste and feel to it. Hey, I told myself, everyone has their own preference in toothpaste. If it cleans, it cleans.
After brushing my teeth and rinsing my mouth out, I decided to check out his brand of choice. It turned out be a brand most of us have heard of, but seldom, if ever, used on our teeth, let alone in the mouth -- Cortisone. You know, the stuff that one applies to heal wounds ... not clean teeth. Upon that discovery, I headed directly back to bed ... hopefully not to wake up until the following morning.
"Geez, Dad, that wasn't a very wise decision on your part. What are you doing, running on two brain cells again?" Following years of hearing about my two brain cells, I decided it was time for action; that being, the creation of a column as a matter of revenge. Many columns take a humorous look at everyday life. Having said that, I must warn you in advance that some columns will be of a more serious nature...no naps and I write mad things -- usually centered on politicians, but not always.
