Now before you freak out I'm talking Male/Female...
Thanks Mom for the spark in the dark vacuum of deep space that is my brain.... she made some snarky comment about being grateful for not having to bring TP to the house again. As if - now granted I might have had to run to the store right before/during/after one of their visits but there was always SOMETHING in the house.... seriously... Don't forget the Turkey Farm run MOM! Thanks! Love ya!
Ok - now back to the stereotypes... get back from Metro pickup/drop off and I run upstairs to take out my contacts and attend to 'issues'... no TP in my bathroom - just that lonely 1/2 sheet of paper stuck to the cardboard roll... fine - run to the other bathroom upstairs... guess what I found? You betcha the same scene the sad 1/2 sheet of paper hanging forlornly from said cardboard round... grrrrrrrrr - now must quick step down stairs to the third bathroom (yes I am a luck girl deal with it) finally 'issues' are tended to... then I come out and look at Bubba. Now thanks to that genetic defect known as 'male' he simply cannot figure out how to put a new roll on the holders! I looked at him as if he'd grown horns, "Do we need remedial TP instructions AGAIN? TWO bathrooms - one is bad enough but TWO!!!!"
And what does my darling Bubba do??? Looks remorseful or shameful at his lack of TP replace-ness? NO! Does he simply apologize stating he was in hurry or simply forgot? NO Did he smile stupidly and desperately try to not to laugh while stating "What's the problem?" GIVE THAT GAL A PRIZE....
I swear men think there is a magic TP fairy that comes along and replaces the TP when it runs out - THERE IS AND IT'S YOUR WIFE YOU IDIOT. Ahhh there better - and replaced. Until we run again... I'll be 85 years young and still bitching about this one... thanks for the vent.
Oh and my hair is still fabulous! :-)
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