Satan's Toothbrush

Up until very recently, I was the proud owner of a Sonicare Toothbrush. These things are really amazing. You really just have to put it inside your mouth and it does the rest for you. I was, dentally speaking, quite content.

However, my toothbrush has come under forces out of my control as of late. I am fairly certain it is possessed by Satan or some other Evil Spirit Type. I'll turn it on and ten seconds into my brushing it stops. We'll have an off/on/off/on battle for a few minutes, and then, as if to spite me, it turns on and WON'T TURN OFF. Many of you are undoubtedly thinking I am a complete and totaly wussy-pants at this point, but brushing your teeth with a toothbrush that will never turn off is frightening, my friends. You have to brush until it stops because if you take it out of your mouth (which I tried), it sadistically sprays toothpaste and spit everywhere.

So, after brushing for 8.5 minutes, the thing finally turns off, and I place it back in its holder so we can have the same ordeal in the morning. At 2:47 A.M., the toothbrush turns on again. This wouldn't be a big deal, but when it is in its holder/charger thingy, it rattles everything and sounds like a jet engine about to take off from the bathroom. Needless to say, this shook me a bit and shook my cats even more (I didn't see them for days).

I have finally figured out that I can unscrew the top, which makes the head stop moving (that's the rattle-y part), so I can safely put it back in the holder without fear of a heart attack in the early morning hours. The bottom part still makes a high-pitched buzzing noise, but I can't hear it unless I'm right next to it. My cats can hear it though, and the poor things walk through my room with an "Oh my God, it's coming for us" look on their faces. I'm going back to my good old fashioned Oral B.

The Walking Dead

It has been raining for days upon days upon days here in North Texas. I feel like I am in the Amazon in the rainy season (just without the big trees and seven pound spiders). A couple of weeks ago, I had a job interview in a large, prosperous school district just outside of Dallas. Of course, it was raining on this particular day, and this particular storm was particularly nasty.

It takes me a little over an hour to get to this place, so I got up early and showered, intent on making a good impression. I stepped out of the shower and BAM! our electricity went out. For those of you who have never shown up to an interview with ratty, wind-dried hair, make-up done in the dark (I'm not all that good at it to begin with), and with an outfit that you aren't quite sure matches, it's really a lot of fun. Having shown up looking like the Walking Dead, you can imagine my surprise when they called to offer me a job.

I called a friend of mine who works down the hall at the school, and we jumped up and down like giddy school girls (at least I did). She heartily congratulated me and informed me that the school at which we will be working is the Westlake/Highland Park of this particular area. She said I never had to worry about locking my car because all the kids had nicer cars than I did. Lovely. But, let's face it, nice cars or not, I am pretty freaking excited.