So, the other day Kirby’s in my bathroom eating. The door is shut. There are three or four scavenger cats hanging around the outside of the door, I don’t dare open it until I have a good idea that Kirby is finished.
I have to tinkle (God, that word cracks me up, my mother never peed, she always “tinkled”). Since I don’t dare open the door to my bathroom, I use Brian’s, the one off of the master bedroom.
I notice how soft his toilet paper is. Where did this stuff come from, why does he get the soft stuff? We get our TP at CostCo, it’s cheap and functional, but it’s softness leaves much to be desired. But, it’s better than the stuff at the hotels we’ve stayed at, so who knew?
When he gets home, during the course of the evening I asked him where he got that tissue, that it was so SOFT! He laughs and said “it was the last of the rolls we brought home from your mom’s, it just sat up there on the shelf all by itself, I thought I might as well go ahead and use it”. We both expressed how amazing soft it was. It was a bizarre conversation, for sure.
But we are going to find a new tissue.
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