It was 4 AM. I was half asleep when I staggered in to the bathroom. I don’t know about you but I go to the bathroom more times than I can count in the night. Most of the time I think I’m sleepwalking through the whole thing.
Anyway, I abruptly sat on the cold, hard, toilet lid. Dang it! I hate it when that happens! I always feel stunned, violated and confused afterward.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, I reached for the toilet paper only to find that it was empty. I knew right then it was going to be one of “those” kind of days.
In a moment of weakness I considered using the empty cardboard roll. But that would’ve just been messy (and weird I might add). Annoyed, I felt like yelling WHY? Why do men leave it to women to change out the toilet paper?
And even though my man would argue that he swaps it out regularly, I’m telling you; it rarely ever actually makes it to the roller when he does. The towel bar, the back of the toilet and the counter, but rarely the roller.
I wonder if Ellen DeGeneres and Portia de Rossi ever have this issue.