There is Something To Be Said For a Drip Dry

Over dinner the other night I mentioned to E that I couldn't find the "good" toilet paper for the downstairs bathroom and only found a half of a roll of the one ply terrible toilet paper.
This is when our daughter decided to reveal to us that when there is no toilet paper in the downstairs bathroom, the one that is used the most frequently, she just uses the hand towel to wipe herself.

We didn't know whether to laugh or cry and we still don't.
What I do know, is that I change the hand towel every day now, I am vigilant about toilet paper in that bathroom and I didn't finish my dinner that night.

The end.



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What Child is This?

Everyone loves Christmas. That is a known fact. I love everything about Christmas, the food, the decorating, the smells, wrapping gifts, family coming together and especially the music. I love Christmas music from church hymnals to Grandma Got Ran Over by a Reindeer. I start listening to Christmas music right after Thanksgiving and stop on January 1st. I even would listen to it in my car in the summer. If I missed it, I listened to it.

Nothing makes E more mad. He hates Christmas music and he is not in love with the fact that I love it so much. He does not know the words to any Christmas music that you would sing in church. That bewilders me.
He knows songs like jingle bells, but instead changes all the words to f*ck instead. Funny the first time you hear it, not funny the 7342 other times.
He loves Christmas in every other way, but the music, it kills him.

Imagine how funny I find it that our children love Christmas music so much that it has been on full rotation for the best 3 days on their Cd player.
At full blast.

That is what he gets for us having to listen to ESPN every day for eternity.