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But Not the Hippopotamus
and other strange things
When I was little my family had a code word for running out of toilet paper. It was "Mayday!" I don't know why we had to have it, did my parents sort of fall down on the job when it came to paper products? Or did they just store it far away from the potties, so that someone had to bring it to you if the roll went empty? I may never know what the deal was, but I do know that it let it's mark on me. I have an absolute phobia about running out of toilet paper.
A few years ago we were visiting the house of some friends for a party. The couple who were our friends live there, along with two or three other guys that rented from them. The guys were out when we arrived; they were making a grocery run. When they got back they had with them bags and bags of stuff; drink, chips, scary frozen junk food like pizza egg roll bites, and more. It appeared to be a huge grocery run. Shortly after they returned I needed to go to the neccesary. There was no tp. Turns out there was no tp in the house. Nor tissues. Not even napkins. All of that party stuff and not one paper product in the house. Unbelieveable. The female part of the couple eventually took up her own lodging, even though she's still in the relationship. I think I would have, too. In any case, every time we've returned to that particular domicile I have taken my own special mini Roll of Charmin with me (a gift from my husband), and a packet of tissues.
When I was in the hospital for two weeks with my first pregnancy? One of the best presents my sweet husband brought me was a roll of tp from home. That institutional stuff is scary! I knew to pack my own the second time.
Yesterday I went to Costco. Today I actually hauled my purchases up the stairs and to their various final destinations. I was chagrined and amused to discover that we already had an unopened pack of Charmin in the laundry room. I've been laughing at myself all afternoon. In my own bathroom there are now seven new rolls, downstairs there are six. There are four in my son's bathroom and a whopping 60 rolls in the laundry room!
Feel free to laugh... I am! At least no one will need to yell "Mayday" around here.
A few years ago we were visiting the house of some friends for a party. The couple who were our friends live there, along with two or three other guys that rented from them. The guys were out when we arrived; they were making a grocery run. When they got back they had with them bags and bags of stuff; drink, chips, scary frozen junk food like pizza egg roll bites, and more. It appeared to be a huge grocery run. Shortly after they returned I needed to go to the neccesary. There was no tp. Turns out there was no tp in the house. Nor tissues. Not even napkins. All of that party stuff and not one paper product in the house. Unbelieveable. The female part of the couple eventually took up her own lodging, even though she's still in the relationship. I think I would have, too. In any case, every time we've returned to that particular domicile I have taken my own special mini Roll of Charmin with me (a gift from my husband), and a packet of tissues.
When I was in the hospital for two weeks with my first pregnancy? One of the best presents my sweet husband brought me was a roll of tp from home. That institutional stuff is scary! I knew to pack my own the second time.
Yesterday I went to Costco. Today I actually hauled my purchases up the stairs and to their various final destinations. I was chagrined and amused to discover that we already had an unopened pack of Charmin in the laundry room. I've been laughing at myself all afternoon. In my own bathroom there are now seven new rolls, downstairs there are six. There are four in my son's bathroom and a whopping 60 rolls in the laundry room!
Feel free to laugh... I am! At least no one will need to yell "Mayday" around here.