As is well known among my friendlies...I have a cold. This I know drives anyone within spitting distance--or heck IM distance--of me nuts. I'm whiny when I'm sick. I also hate being sick.
But this time! Oh, that annoying little TP thief is about! Really. I've used all the Kleenex and I refuse to go to the store for more. No way, no how. I'm sick, ya know.
I stand tall in my pride of being the biggest, whiniest baby in the land. It's my crown and you can't have it!
To add to my suffering I've been forced to use TP. What else is there?
So what's the problem? Other than the obvious sore nose?
Every time I go to the bathroom to blow my nose the entire roll of TP has disappeared. This is not cool. This is not right.
Geez, I'm about to be forced into that horrid store called Walmart. No Kleenex and soon no TP? The cold is traumatizing enough already!
I mean, this is a mystery worthy of all our attentions. Is the TP thief in cahoots with the sock bandit?
Or is my nasty little poltergeist at work here again?