There seems to be this unspoken contest between Chris and I. It entails who can use up the last of the toothpaste, thus leaving the other to go to the linen closet and get a new tube. I so totally thought I had him when I used a steamroller yesterday to get what I thought was the last of the toothpaste out of the tube. Apparently I was wrong, and there was still enough left for just one more use. Dammit. So, Chris wins this time. But if I were him? I'd sleep with one eye open. I'm just sayin'.