I have other things to do...
but I'm horribly tempted to start something new. Mostly because I've finally reached the point where I can put Bev into a book -- not necessarily her Issues (because that wouldn't be cool), but rather some of the stuff she does. Or doesn't do, as the case may be.
For instance, using the last of the toilet paper and then not replacing the roll. *headdesk*
Seriously: The Toilet Paper Fairy DOES NOT EXIST. The toilet paper is in the linen closet, which is where it has been stored since we moved in here. I understand it takes energy to walk down the hall (all five to seven feet!), open the door (it doesn't even really latch, it's not like you have to turn the handle), choose three or four or six rolls of paper, figure out how to carry them all, take them back to the bathroom, put them on the shelves to the immediate left of the toilet, and then unwrap a roll and put it on the holder.
I know it takes time and effort, but I promise that A) it won't hurt you and B) it's worth it! And you're a woman, it's not like it's all that optional, you know?
My brother does the same thing, though, only worse -- the toilet paper will be a whole 18 inches away and he STILL doesn't replace it.
I swear to god, if I ever get to the point of discussing marriage with someone, the whole replacement issue will have to be hammered out beforehand. Possibly in a prenup. (My position: you use the last of it, you replace it. That's fair, right?)
For instance, using the last of the toilet paper and then not replacing the roll. *headdesk*
Seriously: The Toilet Paper Fairy DOES NOT EXIST. The toilet paper is in the linen closet, which is where it has been stored since we moved in here. I understand it takes energy to walk down the hall (all five to seven feet!), open the door (it doesn't even really latch, it's not like you have to turn the handle), choose three or four or six rolls of paper, figure out how to carry them all, take them back to the bathroom, put them on the shelves to the immediate left of the toilet, and then unwrap a roll and put it on the holder.
I know it takes time and effort, but I promise that A) it won't hurt you and B) it's worth it! And you're a woman, it's not like it's all that optional, you know?
My brother does the same thing, though, only worse -- the toilet paper will be a whole 18 inches away and he STILL doesn't replace it.
I swear to god, if I ever get to the point of discussing marriage with someone, the whole replacement issue will have to be hammered out beforehand. Possibly in a prenup. (My position: you use the last of it, you replace it. That's fair, right?)