October 31, 2010

It's so rare anymore that I get to take a long, relaxing bath.  It's usually quickly jump in and out of the shower and on with my day.  Sunday was a day that I got to relax and enjoy a soak.  As I was relaxing, I reached for my tube of clay mud mask.  When I squeezed, nothing came out.  I shook and heard the sound of a dry piece of clay rattling around inside.  This confused me, since it hadn't been that long since I'd used it last, it seemed not possible that a closed tube could have dried out that fast.  I put the cap back on and squeezed again to check for leaks, and the "woosh" sound of air escaping was evident.  I looked at the back side of the tube, and I discovered two little tooth punctures.  Either Dracula has found green clay mud masks a new tasty snack, or else Badbadkitty has been here.