teeth or tampons?
that could explain the windowsill thing. You're getting ready in the morning, it's all going fine, you spot a lovely pair of shoes in Grazia and BAM! slips your mind, and the little fella is left on the windowsill instead.
( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Thu 9 Jul 2009, 10:16, archived)