A rare intellectual moment.

so the other day I considered how dryer sheets were like toothpaste. Go ahead re-read that sentence if you want. Dryer sheets are like toothpaste. I'm forever looking at the end of the toothpaste tube and thinking, I have about two or three days left and I'll need a new tube. Then five days later, I'll thinking, okay, maybe two or three days and I will need to switch tubes. Incomprehensibly, it may be one to yet five more days and then I will truly run out. As this happens to me every time, I've grown accustomed to the Harry Potter like aspect to my toothpaste tube.

The other day, I thought, wow, I will finally need to buy more dryer sheets. I did a couple more loads of laundry and thought, yep- add that to the list. A week of loads go by and I'm still not able to open the new box. That's when it hit me that either someone was messing with me or I just have no spatial reasoning when it comes to dryer sheets and toothpaste.

I have to wonder how I, who can usually look at things and figure how much I'll need or how to fit this in the box, can be so off when it comes to these two things and what if there were more things like this?  I never miscalculate when I will run out of eggs. I rarely open the drawer and am shocked at the bare spot where clean underwear should be.

So what magic does the dryer sheet toothpaste universe hold over me? I've spent a good few minutes considering this. And when I look around to share my thoughts...

This is what I see. A whole lot if "I don't care."

Maybe I should someone else who is interested in my thought patterns.