I am getting divorced. After eighteen years of marriage I simply can not pick up, wash off, smooth out, and roll up that damn tube of toothpaste one more time. I will not tolerate this lack of respect, one more day. I like my toothpaste straight, and my sink clean. I like my toothpaste to remain in its shape, so I squeeze from the bottom up. My ex-husband never did care about the shape of …showed first 75 words of 599 total…

…showed last 75 words of 599 total…right to have my toothpaste rolled. Now I go to bed every night knowing that my toothpaste is straight, and I wake fresh every morning to a clean sink. I look myself in the mirror, and say the serenity prayer to God, or whatever deity, or greater power is listening. Now, everyday I stand under the bathroom light, and I can see clearly, that rolling my toothpaste, is leading to a cleaner and happier life.