Mini-Celebrations

Sometimes I feel like I'm working on so many different big projects, goals, what-have-yous that I'm endlessly wrapped up in the doing and never stop to celebrate what's been done. More of a 'can't see the trees for the forest' rather than the other way around. Curse of the multi-tasker. SO, today while the craft area of the house has been piled (lovingly, I'm sure) with my STUFF from storage for me to sort out, while the laundry looms menacingly (and rather stinkily, I'm sure) in the hampers, while dinner sits marinating on the counter I am going to celebrate an accomplishment a long time coming.

We - have - finally - finished - off - my - worst - toothpaste - purchase - ever! Hooray! I thought the day would never come. Seriously. I'm not kidding. First off, I need to say that toothpaste needs to be minty. Knock-down, almost choking, breathing crisp frosty air minty. Cinnamon doesn't enter this equation. It doesn't make you feel fresh and clean. It makes your mouth feel. . . well, warm. If you disagree, good for you. You can have all the funky flavors out there that I wish I could love, but can't.

SO, forever ago (seriously) I bought a tube of cinnamon toothpaste and loved it for maybe one use, decided it was icky and bought the old standby mint-fest. I would have tossed the nasty one immediately but that little voice in the back of my head told me it was too irresponsible and wasteful. (Think of all the people that don't even have toothpaste. . .you know what I mean.) Luckily the other voice in my head said, "leave it for Tyler, he'll use it. He'll use anything. Hey Tyler!". Brilliant, no? Somehow he started using my minty wonder again though, so I tucked the cinnamon freak-show into the tin box under the counter I usually reserve for my 'back stock' toiletries. Problem solved. BUT THEN, MONTHS LATER (Eeeewww, right? I know.) the minty-wonder was gone and the cinnamon tube reappeared. Apparently Tyler went through the 'back stock' bin and found the reject toothpaste! UGH! I was guilted into finishing it with him and it lasted for-e-ver. I swear it has been weeks now that I have been squeezing the end of that tube hoping to NOT be able to get another toothbrushful out. But, no, it just kept on coming like unwanted manna. Waaah (angels singing) - the miracle of the toothpaste. Hooray. I couldn't toss it away and then have Tyler fishing it out of the garbage all, ''whada-ya-mean you couldn't get anymore out?' and squirting ridiculous amounts onto his toothbrush to out do me! (That's not me being competitive, by the way, that's just sheer pride.) No more though. The proverbial well is dry. Woo-hoo! Color me minty fresh. I'll be breathing frost-bite breath from now on, thank you very much.
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Edited 12:15 am
No way! I just walked into the bathroom to find Tyler (who had not read this post yet) struggling to get one last dab of toothpaste out of the yucky tube. (At least the tube was on the counter instead of in the garbage) I guffawed loudly and, yes, sadly, snorted. When I had kind of composed myself I peeked back in and he was holding his toothbrush (topped with yummy cinnamon paste) triumphantly for me to witness his feat. And then I ran downstairs to tell you all. Brilliant.
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Edited (again) to add 12:30 am
Not only did he find enough toothpaste for himself, but my toothbrush was waiting for me all toothpasted-up when I returned upstairs. Oh, how sweet.