So I’m brushing my teeth this morning, thinking about a dozen or so things. Work, how to re-write my bicycle story, probably girls, etc. I noticed a rogue piece of dog hair stuck to the bathroom mirror (it really does get everywhere). I proceeded to remove the toothbrush from my mouth and … forcefully blow on the bit of hair. I then stood there, brush in hand, water running, staring at my newly-speckled face in the mirror.

The hair, as you’re likely wondering, is still there, adhered to the mirror with a large dot of toothpaste. It has bested me, and there it shall stay.

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