Helaine and I play a game. I’m not sure we’ve ever acknowledged to each other we’re playing, but we play. It has to do with toothpaste. Neither one of us wants to be the one who can’t squeeze another brushing from the tube.
I don’t know how this started, but it’s been going on for years–possibly as long as we’ve been married.
If you don’t play this game at home yourself you might be surprised how much toothpaste you can squeeze out of a tube. It is a science. I am not above using the bathroom counter top as a sharp edge tool. There’s always a little more between the outer skin and the rigid piece at the very top of the tube. Every fraction of a gram counts!
The tube pictured above has been picked clean and discarded. Vultures leave more. This time I won.
Will there be another game now that I’ve admitted there was one in the first place. The first rule of the toothpaste game is there is no toothpaste game.