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Sunday, May 16, 2010
Waggling
The Deerhunter likes to point out when I should be writing. I can’t say he’s wrong. There are plenty of times during the week when I could be writing and I’m not, like say on a Sunday morning, when most people are at church or playing golf (Deerhunter), I am in bed, sleeping. Sleeping quite happily, let me say. For me that is what weekend mornings are for: sleeping.
And when Deerhunter called me to talk about his golfing session (which he lives for), he expounded happily that even though it started raining heavily on the 11th hole and didn’t let up, he continued golfing, and he ended up with a 91 at the end of 18 holes. (I think par for the course is 90, so you see why he’s smug about this. Pouring rain, and he still only hit over par.) The only way I could compete with this is if I worked 60 hours a week, had little league practice on nights and weekends, and still managed to write 30 pages a week. I am not that competitive. Okay, maybe I am, but I’m not willing to work 60 hours a week and take up little league coaching to compete with him.
Writing is different than golf. A lot of writing is sitting in your chair, with your laptop open and document blinking at you, and you’re staring off across the room, waiting for the scene to unfold in your head so you can begin writing it down. The only equivalent I can think of in golf for this is waggling, lining up your shot and cooling your nerves so you can give the ball the best whack you can from the start. There is a lot of waggling in writing.
Don’t get me wrong. I do a lot of the “Grip It and Rip It” approach to golf-writing, and then I end up trashing pages and pages of my book because I should have waggled more. Maybe there is something to be said for the Tiger Woods approach (in golfing, not marriage) with squatting down to get the lay of the land, tossing some dirt to see where the wind is blowing, and then giving it your best whack, some risk but a whole lot of confidence that you’ve been doing this a while and know what you’re doing. Waggling is waiting for the right time to start, while still showing up. Grip It and Rip It is well, what you do when you’ve been waggling for the last hour and the people behind you are going, “Enough already! Some of us have places to go, you know.”
There is nothing wrong with waggling. It’s just that sometimes it feels like a waste of time, when you can be doing something more productive like napping. (You don’t have to waggle to nap. Or at least I don’t.) But maybe it’s more like trying to attempt golf in your living room versus attempting golf on an actual golf course. There’s less waggle and more golfing when you’re actually on a course.
A year ago when I moved into my apartment, I was very excited to have a place of my own. A place of quiet. I had a whole Virginia Woolf monologue in my head (without the rocks though). But I’m beginning to see that my home is my refuge. It’s the place I go where I don’t have to work. It is my place to relax. It is my place to nap. If I want to write—write big, long strokes of prose—I’m probably going to have to get used to the idea of going somewhere that isn’t home and doing my golf-writing there. I’m going to have to start going to courses instead of practicing shots in my living room.
Fortunately my library isn’t far from me; and there are lots and lots of chairs to sprawl in and outlets to plug into. (With the added bonus that the wireless on my computer no longer works, so I can’t surf the internet as a means of distraction.) The library is generally quieter than my local bookstore; and the coffee is slightly cheaper. There is something a little poetic about writing your great American novel in a room filled with great American novels. Like you’re sitting somewhere where Muses dwell to begin with.
My writing group and I have been using Saturdays (not the 2nd Saturday we meet) to go to the library and write. Aside for the initial chit-chat, it’s helpful. We’ve written more doing this than we’ve written in weeks (or months.) We’ve been doing a lot less waggling and a lot more golfing, and I think it’s because we’ve finally taken our game out to the course.
Where do you like to write? What rituals do you have when you write? What do you prefer to do with your Sunday mornings? Did anyone else watch Tin Cup? *LOL* Are you a waggler or a Grip It and Rip It writer?
And when Deerhunter called me to talk about his golfing session (which he lives for), he expounded happily that even though it started raining heavily on the 11th hole and didn’t let up, he continued golfing, and he ended up with a 91 at the end of 18 holes. (I think par for the course is 90, so you see why he’s smug about this. Pouring rain, and he still only hit over par.) The only way I could compete with this is if I worked 60 hours a week, had little league practice on nights and weekends, and still managed to write 30 pages a week. I am not that competitive. Okay, maybe I am, but I’m not willing to work 60 hours a week and take up little league coaching to compete with him.
Writing is different than golf. A lot of writing is sitting in your chair, with your laptop open and document blinking at you, and you’re staring off across the room, waiting for the scene to unfold in your head so you can begin writing it down. The only equivalent I can think of in golf for this is waggling, lining up your shot and cooling your nerves so you can give the ball the best whack you can from the start. There is a lot of waggling in writing.
Don’t get me wrong. I do a lot of the “Grip It and Rip It” approach to golf-writing, and then I end up trashing pages and pages of my book because I should have waggled more. Maybe there is something to be said for the Tiger Woods approach (in golfing, not marriage) with squatting down to get the lay of the land, tossing some dirt to see where the wind is blowing, and then giving it your best whack, some risk but a whole lot of confidence that you’ve been doing this a while and know what you’re doing. Waggling is waiting for the right time to start, while still showing up. Grip It and Rip It is well, what you do when you’ve been waggling for the last hour and the people behind you are going, “Enough already! Some of us have places to go, you know.”
There is nothing wrong with waggling. It’s just that sometimes it feels like a waste of time, when you can be doing something more productive like napping. (You don’t have to waggle to nap. Or at least I don’t.) But maybe it’s more like trying to attempt golf in your living room versus attempting golf on an actual golf course. There’s less waggle and more golfing when you’re actually on a course.
A year ago when I moved into my apartment, I was very excited to have a place of my own. A place of quiet. I had a whole Virginia Woolf monologue in my head (without the rocks though). But I’m beginning to see that my home is my refuge. It’s the place I go where I don’t have to work. It is my place to relax. It is my place to nap. If I want to write—write big, long strokes of prose—I’m probably going to have to get used to the idea of going somewhere that isn’t home and doing my golf-writing there. I’m going to have to start going to courses instead of practicing shots in my living room.
Fortunately my library isn’t far from me; and there are lots and lots of chairs to sprawl in and outlets to plug into. (With the added bonus that the wireless on my computer no longer works, so I can’t surf the internet as a means of distraction.) The library is generally quieter than my local bookstore; and the coffee is slightly cheaper. There is something a little poetic about writing your great American novel in a room filled with great American novels. Like you’re sitting somewhere where Muses dwell to begin with.
My writing group and I have been using Saturdays (not the 2nd Saturday we meet) to go to the library and write. Aside for the initial chit-chat, it’s helpful. We’ve written more doing this than we’ve written in weeks (or months.) We’ve been doing a lot less waggling and a lot more golfing, and I think it’s because we’ve finally taken our game out to the course.
Where do you like to write? What rituals do you have when you write? What do you prefer to do with your Sunday mornings? Did anyone else watch Tin Cup? *LOL* Are you a waggler or a Grip It and Rip It writer?
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If I understood the metaphor...I'm a GI&RI writer. I think. But I'm not sure. I need to re-read this blog to be certain.
But it's late and I have to be up at pea-snot am in the morning to attempt to register for a pitch appointment at the Nationals. So, for now...I'm going with the Rip It one.
As for where and rituals? Starbucks, iced de-caf Americano, no room, sitting to the right of my laptop. Today that meant juggling two IM conversations, some back and forth with the Bo'sun, all while editing a smut story I'm working on...
I discovered I actually get more done when multi-tasking on the laptop. As long as it don't shut down on me, I'm golden...
And not sure all this doing twelve things at once would work with a brand new story. But editing? Made it easier!
I did enjoy Tin Cup, btw!
We used to make babies on Sunday mornings. ;) Now I'm usually up early and writing. But yesterday was a packing-because-the-movers-are-coming-in-a-week panic attack. I have way too much ballast on my ship.
Weekend mornings I get reacquainted with my DH. We have coffee together and while the kiddo plays we chat and rehash the week, go over immediate life goals, air any day to day grievances and generally enjoy being together. We're up early--kiddo doesn't sleep late--so the neighborhood is quiet. Now that it's getting warmer, we take the boy outside and let him roam around the backyard and have our coffee there. It's the best.
I think I'm a Grip it and Rip it kind of writer. Or maybe, more accurately, I'm not an "in front of the computer waggling" kind of writer. I'm forced to do my waggling when I'm away from my computer so that when I sit down, I know where I'm going.
In all honesty, I don't write well anywhere but in my house. When I'm in public, I get distracted too easily. I'm way too nosy. At home, that same sanctuary feel you can't write in keeps me from getting distracted. I can relax, I know exactly what's going on, so I don't feel the need to look around.
When I open my computer, I might look at the last paragraph or two that I wrote and then I get going.
Now if I could just get off the internet....
I think I got all my waggling out in the first three years. I've morphed into a Grip It and Rip It writer these days, mostly out of necessity. Can't keep playing the "someday" procrastination game. And I admit, there are financial motivators. The idea of making enough in one lump sum to pay off my student loans or put a down payment on a house is too good to ignore. There are a lot harder ways to get that cash than writing a fun story.
2nd: I'm pretty sure you're a grip it and rip it writer. *LOL* You have the feel of Roy McAvoy about you. *LOL* Emailing the Bo'sun is a lot of fun. She emails me too. When the hell is she getting in her 30 pages a week? Imagine if she didn't email either of us--and the dozen others I know she emails--she'd have the book written in a month.
Maggs: I wouldn't mind making babies on Sunday morning--well, not literally, per se, I had my great-niece over the weekend who's 3 and she kept asking if I was able to have babies and when I said yes, she kept asking me when I'd have one so she could play with it, so NOT LITERALLY, but the gesture is still appreciated--so long as it wasn't too early. Then he can make some eggs and bacon and coffee for me as well.
Marn, your Sunday mornings sound sublime. I'd prefer not to spend so much time in front of the computer waggling. I don't find it efficient. I think this is what I like about the library. It's still quiet enough to get work done, but it's not home with the TV, internet, telephone, or my books--books are horrible distraction for me. Put me on a couch with my laptop and I'll reach for the book I'm reading and just lose time that way.
Bo'sun: your optimism is always enjoyable. And one day when you're waggling and bitching about it, I'm going to enjoy saying, "Nee-ner, nee-ner, nee-ner" and walking off. Yes, the pipe dream of a lump sum of money that could pay off bills or pay for part of a new house is definitely the gold carrot a lot of us are dancing after. :)
I love this! Now I'm trying to decide if I'm a waggler or a Rip It kind of gal. Mmm. I think I'm both, depending on what I'm writing. I'm doing more waggling right now while I'm revising, but when I'm drafting I'm definitely a Rip It, Rip It Good writer.
I'm totally with you on the sanctuary thing. It's always been my dream to write at home (ever since watching that damn Jessica Fletcher on Murder, She Wrote, typing away at her kitchen table!) But lately with the weather so nice I've gotten more done by going somewhere else to do the "work".
I think I'm just contrary by nature!
I always enjoy your writing analogies, Hellie, but sometimes the self-analysis thay follows one bows me low with guilt. I am a world class waggler. In fact, I spend so much time waggling that I sometimes forget the purpose is to hit the ball.
My weekends tend to be filled with the grands and their activities. On a quiet weekend, which I get about once a month, I have uninterrupted hours of reading and writing time. For the rest, I have to steal snippets of time between ball games and storytelling and refereeing sibling/cousinly squabbles.
Donna: oooh, I've been thinking about the kitchen table. I certainly don't use it to eat at and the chairs are solid enough to sit at. I'd probably do better. Still, if I can't look up and see Twilight playing, I can't write at home. (I don't need it to write at the library, but to write at home, I need Twilight or Harry Potter or POTC. It's annoying.)
I invented contrary.
And you can be both. I like to do both. Usually every other week. One week a complete Waggler, the next week, GIRI variety. Annoying.
Janga, my analogies are written with me in mind. *LOL* I'm the world's worst waggler and I know it. If you find yourself doing something similar, just know that you have a friend who understands. But feeling guilty doesn't do any good. Wagglers and GIRIs both end up playing golf and finishing the game, so the end is the same.
My OTHER problem is replaying the same hole over and over before moving on. Talk about unproductive! *LOL* No golfer would do that. *LOL* They just play the whole game and look at the whole. They don't obsess about one hole. Not me though.
Did I imply I would never waggle again? I'm sure that's not the case. LOL! And I forgot to say I write in my dining room which I've turned into an office. Mostly. It needs more work. But everything must be off. Except that pesky internet connection, of course.
I can write in public though. Kiddo has volleyball practice every Thursday evening, and though she practices mere seconds from the house, I go and sit in the car, writing in the school parking lot. If I go back home, I'll find something else to do. And there's no wifi in my car. :)
I'm good at the waggle.
I should've called you to come over on Saturday. I didn't do anything but lay in bed. I mean, you would've had to ignore the snot and the occasional throw up jaunt, but all in all we could've written something without being at the library.
I am hoping to make the library this Saturday. I need a bit of creative solace after spending two weeks sick.
It depends on what day it is. If it's monday or tuesday morning, I'm a GIRI ao I have pages for my critique group. (I'm the only one bringning new pages, everyone else is in revisions.
I've never played golf-the closest I get is putt putt. However, I love the analogy of focus on the hole you're playing, then move on to the next.
Di
Bo'sun, good save. *LOL* But then again, I realize my interpretation of comments is tainted by my life motto. I think the cloud in Partly Cloudy (the cartoon short before Up) is grumpy, where as 2nd just thinks he's a horse of a different color.
The no wifi in the car is very helpful.
P.S. Sin, I'm sorry you've been feeling sick. I hope you feel better so we can pick up with our writing again.
Sin, I didn't stay home Saturday. *LOL* I went food shopping; and I needed it. Also Holly came over to show off her new hair; and while she was there, she helped me unload my dishwasher, reload it, throw out all the bad stuff in my fridge, and reorganize stuff. (Handy, isn't she?) So I hit Aldis, then Walmart, then went to the farm. It wasn't a loss to me even though I didn't write. It was a great day. Pretty sure Dad thought he scored. I cooked supper two days in a row.
Dude, I'm hitting the library Saturday even if someone's gotta hook an IV to my vein.
lol, I'm glad you didn't stay home. I felt awful that I couldn't go to the library. I felt pretty much awful regardless though. LOL
Holly is handy for all sorts of things. What's her hair look like now? Did she cut it off?
Di, strangely there are a lot of good analogies for writing in golf. You don't think about the 18th hole when you're at the 8th hole. You look at the game as a whole; you don't freak out about how badly you did at one hole. Oh, and I love that in golf that you take so many swings at one hole, you can finally call it a day on it and pick up and move onto the next hole! Just move on! How great would that be in writing?
Glad to hear you have your GIRI pages ready for your critique group! I'm sure they love reading them! As Terri likes to tell me when I show her rough stuff that was totally GIRI, "You're better than you think."
Holly's hair is BLONDE. We highlighted it Friday, but it made her look towheaded, so she went to her stylist's house bright and early Saturday to get it fixed. *LOL* She came to the house to borrow my flat iron (clearly I don't use it). While she was there, she was all helpful and stuff. And thanking me for cooking on Friday. I think I made brownies--she brought guacamole. *LOL*
Are you sure Holly isn't doing the nesting stuff that Marn was talking about last week? LOL! I still haven't gone grocery shopping. After the trauma of trying to find a graduation dress for my 10 yr old that didn't make her look 19, I needed to go home and rest.
Now I want a brownie, but the sound of quacamole is taking away my appetite.
I'm so glad that you didn't tell me that in person. I wouldn't have been able to stop myself from saying, "You have a flat iron?"
I have two flat irons. I went home and Amanda (who's cleaning the farm) said, "Hey, I found your flat iron!" and it looked almost identical to the one I gave Holly. I also have a curling iron (several various, around), one curling iron/flat iron combo, a hair dryer, a nest of hot curlers and lots of frou-frou girl items I never get to because I'm way too lazy.
I can't imagine you flat ironing your hair. I like your hair like it is. Its all sex kitten wild just got out of bed in a good way hair.
I'm a waggler, definitely. I found myself, Sunday morning, sitting with the laptop, perfect music blaring, staring at the coffee table. That's right, I stared at the coffee table for 20 freakin minutes. But, I then started writing, and wrote 700 words, which were my first words in close to a month. So I'm okay with the waggling :)
I love this analogy, Hells. Once I get past the 65% hump, I turn into Grip It and Rip It, I can tell you that. Maybe it's because I hit that 14th hole, can see the end way off in the distance, and just start shooting directly for it.
I also have a curling iron (several various, around), one curling iron/flat iron combo, a hair dryer, a nest of hot curlers and lots of frou-frou girl items I never get to because I’m way too lazy.
Dude, me too! For some reason, I thought I was the only one who did this. I'm constantly buying the next thing to make me presentable, and then I never use any of it because it requires actually being coherent in the morning. Yeah. Right.
Yes, I can see the next analogy. Hair care. Who doesn't own a few curling irons they are too lazy to use? I but them, imagine how great I'd look using them...break open the packaging, curl about 6 bits of hair. Arm gets tired...that's enough. Put it away...never touch it again.
See, that could really work with writing!
I figure the Bo'sun has wicked speedy e-mail skills... And an awesome attention span to do this all at work and still play with all of us!
Sin! So sorry you were so sick! You stay in those black pajamas as long as you need to!
Yes, it's true. I'm a professional emailer. Don't try these stunts at home. Or at work. People here are lax. Probably now where you are.
I own all sorts of hair care products and only use the brush and blow dryer. Actually got the rollers out a few weeks ago. They lingered on my dresser a few feet from the bathroom door, but never made it into the room. Not sure where they are now. Huh.
Keep forgetting to say sorry about the crud, Sinster. That sounds awful. Hope you at least had the tissues with lotion in them.
Sin, I'll add my hopes you're feeling better. I hate the springtime crud -- it's worse than when the weather's yucky outside.
And I am a founding member of the "Buy More Hair Tools and Products When What I Really Want to Buy Is a Full-Time Hairdresser To Make Me Beautiful Every Day" club. :)
Okay, back to working magic on my resume. Not sure how to make "surfing blogs on the internet" sound like a job qualification. LOL
LOL, Bo'sun -- you have a way with words! :)
Web proficient!
Another awesome analogy, Hellie. I don't just waggle at writing, I think I waggle at just about everything I do in life.
I've gone from thinking I was lazy, to being diagnosed as a perfectionist, to telling myself that I am just asserting my right to do things in my own sweet time to finally accepting that I'm just a plain old waggler. I think I'll stick with waggler - it just sound more fun, even a little naughty. I can live with that.
I'm another hair product junkie. I spent most of my childhood trying to turn my naturally curly hair straight. Where were hair products when I really needed them! I finally found someone (a very expensive hair dresser my 2 roommates talked me into going to when I lived in L.A.) who convinced me to work with the curl cause I could never really get rid of it. Very wise (and definitely worth the price) advice I could have used when I was 13!
Hope you're feeling better, Sin!
Donna - I may have written a resume or two in my time. Or ten.
Irish - I was the opposite. I used to sit for hours with my head double wrapped and weighing 50lbs just to get curl into my straight hair. Then there were the spiral perm days when I looked something out of Star Wars. Crazy how we always want what we don't have.
Hellie, ending is the reason the golf analogy will never totally work for me. My brother is visiting, and he's been watching golf tornaments on TV. The games seem endless to me, but I know they do end because there's always another one. My mss, on the other hand, seem to go on forever. I just had another slash and burn session with my "complete" ms, which now has a new hole in it. ARGH!!!!
Sin, feel better soon.
Donna, a full-time hairdresser would never be enough to make me beautiful every day. It would take a full team, starting with a plastic surgeon and a personal trainer. :)
Janga, and a full-time chef would be a necessary addition to my team. LOL
Bo'sun, I was hoping my resume-writing days were done. Sigh. Ah well. And years ago I spent a lot of time and effort on getting perms until I embraced my straight hair. One time I was in a chair getting my hair permed, and the girl next to me was getting hers straightened. LOL So we definitely do want what we don't have!
Irish, I think that diagnosis fits me! I think I might want to be a wiggler rather than a waggler, now that I've pondered it. :)
Hellie should run with that. Tune in next Monday for wiggle room in the writing.
The irony now that I've embraced the straight is that I now have an odd, uncontrolable wave from all the perming. LOL!
Aye, the hair is always better in the chair next to you. One sis had straight, straight hair. Second sis had natural curls. I got the middle ground. Luckily, I was basically content with it.
Then that certain-age hit and it went dry and frizzy if grown out further than two inches or so. But...I'm trying again! Hoping it's long enough from the thyroid surgury and the heart stuff to have recovered...
I like the wiggle idea. I could go with wiggling writer. Though I think I'd almost like to be the storm that threatens the golf game. I just do like playing god with my writing!
In another life I was a sociopath?
Hal, I wish I could do this: Maybe it’s because I hit that 14th hole, can see the end way off in the distance, and just start shooting directly for it. I know you multi-manscript-ers talk about how the last few chapters you're flying along, but I don't remember ever being like that. I feel like I'm golfing uphill in the rough the whole way. But that could be because I'm fighting with myself the whole time. *LOL*
I can’t imagine you flat ironing your hair. I like your hair like it is. Its all sex kitten wild just got out of bed in a good way hair.
*prim, coy smile* Thank you. Though there were a few haircuts that looked good with a flatiron approach. But being the inherently lazy creature I am, if I look decent enough with wild, just got out of bed hair, I'll take it.
I never use any of it because it requires actually being coherent in the morning.
I honestly have a problem being coherent any time of the day.
Yes, I can see the next analogy. Hair care.
That will have to be someone else's analogy. *LOL*
Oh please we all know that I didn't stay in my PJs for long. I spent two days in bed and thought that if someone tried to keep me home today I'd go Starbucks on someone's ass. Now, that's not to say that I probably shouldn't have stayed home today. I'm about drained of energy. Someone is gonna have to use my office chair to wheel me out to the car and pour me in.
Thanks for all the well wishes you guys. Its sweet and endearing.
I may use the hair care analogy.
"If your writing is all over the place and disorganized, you have the humid hair syndrome. Otherwise known as the white girl fro."
They lingered on my dresser a few feet from the bathroom door, but never made it into the room. Not sure where they are now. Huh.
Bumbles is probably styling.
I’ve gone from thinking I was lazy, to being diagnosed as a perfectionist, to telling myself that I am just asserting my right to do things in my own sweet time to finally accepting that I’m just a plain old waggler. I think I’ll stick with waggler – it just sound more fun, even a little naughty. I can live with that.
*LOL* Too funny, Irish. We're all about being naughty around here. :)
:-)
Yup, I bet yer right, Hel. Bumbles is playing with the curling iron while Bo'sun works ta bring home the kibble.
And the hair gel. Cat with a fauxhawk!
Probably uses her toothbrush, too!
LOL!
I spent most of my childhood trying to turn my naturally curly hair straight.
See, I always wanted curls. The loose, wavy curly kind...the kind featured on novels.
We always want what we can't have. I spent most of my teenagehood rolling my hair in rollers and sleeping on them to give myself loose, flowing curls. No one gave a crap.
Sin, hope ya didn't frighten the baristas too much...
Hope ya gots one a' those remote control cars ta get ya home safely!
Janga! I just had another slash and burn session with my “complete” ms, which now has a new hole in it. ARGH!!!!
What is with the re-enactment of Sherman's march through Atlanta on your manuscript? Do you know how it long it took the South to rebuilt after those effects? Be judicious, woman!
In another life I was a sociopath?
You sure you're not one in this life?
I hope you're able to grow your hair out like you wants, 2nd. I do miss my long hair, but I look better with short hair, I think. I think if I had a few thousand to toss around, I'd have long extensions put on my head...the kind with curls...and I'd make them Titian red. That would be fun! *LOL* No fake boobs, no tucked in waist--I'd give myself hair. *LOL*
Sadly I can see Bumbles with a fauxhawk. *LOL*
I may use the hair care analogy.
“If your writing is all over the place and disorganized, you have the humid hair syndrome. Otherwise known as the white girl fro.”
*LOL* Do it. I love it.
Thanks for all the well wishes you guys. Its sweet and endearing.
OMGosh?! Sweet And Endering? SIN really isn't herself today, is she?
Unless ... she was using my dictation program. And the computer wrote "sweet & endering" when she said sneakily interfering.
*g*
No, Jules, Sin is clearly sick. She caved to her emotions, as you can see. She only does that when she's ill.
I wouldn't put it past Bumbles to be doing any of the things for which he's being accused. Except the toothbrush one. For some reason, he doesn't like when I brush my teeth. Creeps him out or something. So I'm guessing he wouldn't like it on his own teeth.
And then there is that lack of opposable thumbs...
But he could totally rock the Fauxhawk!
Well I know that she's sick. Heck, I've Known that For years!
For some reason, he doesn’t like when I brush my teeth. Creeps him out or something.
He's probably revolted that he licked something that you stuck in your mouth. And realizing "That's where that skunky flavor comes from."
Yeah! You're using his toothbrush!
This is why I shouldn't leave in the middle of the afternoon! LOL I think I'm gaggin on a furball now. Ack.
I keep my toothbrush in the medicine cabinet, so there. LOL! But I'm pretty sure I've swapped spit with worse.
I don't want to know.
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