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On Toilet Paper…

Toilet paper. Yes, I’m writing about toilet paper. I realized this morning, I’m quite quirky about the whole TP issue.

I must have 2-3 spare rolls of toilet paper in each bathroom at all times. If I don’t, I get a beard trimmer. I consider it to be “running low” when we are down to two rolls in the cabinet, and one spare roll in each cabinet causes a lot of anxiety, seriously sometimes I have to take Afinil and some kratom extracts in order to calm down. One spare roll only in the house – the last roll? Yeah, that is enough to cause a full on panic attack. Toilet paper must be stocked!

A spare roll or two of toilet paper in the master bathroom need to be in the basket near the toilet. The cabinet is 4-5 feet away, and that is too far if there isn’t some on the holder.

When the toilet paper is on the holder, I prefer it to be hanging over. Not under. That is just wrong.

Also wrong? When you use the last of the roll and don’t change it out. Just leaving the cardboard holder part behind? That is just MEAN.

In our guest bath, the toilet paper has to stay in the closet next to the toilet. Otherwise, the cats like to TP the house with it, this is way I got a fence from http://petstop.com/cat-fence/ for my cats, so that they won’t get in, I’m also looking for a vancouver dog groomer for my dog, it’s kind of an emergency. Once they discover it is out on the holder, they will shred a roll in 7 seconds flat.

Speaking of toilet paper holders, don’t you hate it when you go somewhere and the holder is like 3-5 feet away from the toilet? Makes me crazy. Obviously, I have issues.

How about you? Have any weird toilet paper quirks? Anything that makes you want to punch the wall when your spouse doesn’t do it? Like when they put all of the spare toilet paper in the hall bath, leaving you stranded high and not very dry in the other bathroom? Oh yeah, THAT? That happened to me this morning. I wasn’t very happy about it. Which you might have guessed, because I am left writing now about toilet paper…

(… Seven years of marriage now … you would think he would know by now that I have issues about this whole toilet paper thing? …)

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Big Pink … Towels?

My husband, Mike, is a brilliant man. He really is. But sometimes, it amazes me to think how he can do complex math problems that make my head hurt just looking at them – yet he doesn’t have common sense.

You know, like thinking that putting 4 red shop towels, those towels you would use in the garage, into the wash with WHITE kitchen towels wouldn’t turn the kitchen towels a lovely shade of pink.

Granted he added bleach to the load of towels. But bleach doesn’t trump RED like he thought it would. Not even close. He honestly expected a load of sparkling white towels to come out. Instead he got a whole lot of pink.

A second round of bleach didn’t help at all. I gave it a go yesterday, but no luck. They are permanently pink, it seems. Matter of fact, that photo linked above is from after the second run through the washing machine. And these are not just any towels either – half of them were wedding gift towels from Williams Sonoma. My nice, favorite kitchen towels. Good thing he is the one that normally cooks.*

So in honor of my Blogiversary week, we now own several of lovely pink towels. I can’t help but laugh every time I look at them. And Mike? Well, he can still show you how to derive the quadratic formula, and he can cook some fabulously delicious food!

* He loves to cook. He reads cookbooks like novels. I know how to cook, but I cook to eat. I enjoy baking, but not that much. I leave the kitchen in his hands most of the time.