"What is this?"
"Toilet paper dear".
Jack took over the management of the household toilet paper and deemed himself responsible for maintaining a reasonable supply. Foolishly I trusted him.
"Mom, there's no toilet paper!"
For almost 10 years we have survived with this new order, with Jack managing the bulk of the toilet paper inventory, and I, like any dutiful wife, surrendering my neurotic need to know exactly, to the square, what was in the kitty at all times.
And then we ran out. It was late on a cold and blustery Sunday, far too late and far too cold for any reasonable person to walk the block and a half for reinforcements.
"Mom, there's no toilet paper!"
It was immediate; gone was the confident 46 year old mom so certain that the reserves were being maintained, and in her place, a scared child searching for a box of tissue.This ride is over Jack. Thanks for your service but clear out the basement honey, I'm going to Costco.
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Hahaha! We always have a huge stock of toilet paper, paper towels, and tissues, too. My husband is more neurotic about it than I am, though! ;)
One time, in college, I felt like I'd been pulling too much weight in the toilet paper-buying department. I vowed not to buy any more, as it was clearly my roommate's turn to do the shopping. I still laugh to myself...I don't know whom I was trying to fool. I very clearly remember being stuck on the potty without a square in sight. I can't remember how I got out of that predicament, but I do remember it was followed very shortly thereafter by a trip to the store. Mama needs her Charmin!
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