Merry Christmas Breath

So this year for Christmas, we had some family over. Which is pretty unusual. Usually we go to someone else's house for Christmas. But this year it was at our house. So everyone arrives and it's about 12:30pm so we're all sitting around waiting for dinner to be ready.

And I realize that I forgot to brush my teeth.

(And before you go and curse me, it wasn't really my fault! It was my brother's fault. He was in the shower when I was going to brush them earlier in the day, so I couldn't then and then I just forgot about it.)

So now all that I'm conscious of is how dirty my mouth feels and how much my breath must stink. (Although before I remembered that I hadn't brushed my teeth, the "dirtyness" of my mouth made no impact on my conscious thought whatsoever.) Anyway, in the end nothing really happened, and after dinner I scooted off to discretely brush my teeth quick, so it was pretty much a non-issue.

Ironically enough, though, I got a pair of PJ pants for Christmas and they smelled kinda minty when I pulled them out of the box...