All things toilet paper

I used to never ever talk about anything remotely connected with bathroom humor, just ask my friends Kathy and Sarah. But since moving to Asia, well you just get over it. And while this blog won't be the grossest I've written, it is connected to the bathroom.

One of the things that is engraved into my brain from growing up is to never, ever run out of toilet paper. My dad had this thing. It was like if we were half a case down, we were too low on tp. Maybe it was a fear he got from something as a child, maybe it was because he was in a house with four women. Who knows?? Dad always always wanted to make sure we were fully stocked on toilet paper. I guarantee at times we were probably better stocked than Wal-Mart on Charmin extra soft. If Y2K had come, we would have plenty of the good ol tp. I recently was discussing this with a friend of mine and he mentioned that his dad was the same way. Must have something to do with that generation and their need to provide for their family...he he he. Sorry dad.

The second joke around my house growing up was my use of toilet paper or rather my exorbitant use of the stuff. My parents would often fuss at me and say, "quit using so much toilet paper," or "if you wouldn't use so much of this stuff you wouldn't stop up the commode." Yes that was me. I never felt it was excessive, but apparently everyone else did. Years later when I moved away, it was often said upon my returning home that my parents tp budget would be blow to bits. I'm sure beyond a shadow of a doubt that my dad probably had mother stock up in anticipation of my arrival.

Regardless of what everyone always said, I still never felt I had or have an issue with the amount of tp I use. This evening I was coming home from dinner and thought, I need to go ahead and get some toilet paper. Unlike dad, I don't really stock up for years at a time and I was down to one roll. The corner store is located right outside my apartment complex and thats where I always buy my toilet paper so I don't have to take it with me across town. Unlike in the states, the little corner stores don't jack up their prices. I buy my tide, fabric softener etc. there as well. So as I'm making my purchase the girl behind the counter, the owner's wife, ask if there is just one person living at my house. I reply yes and think to myself, she knows that...she sees me all the time. Then she says and I quote, "really? you sure use a lot of toilet paper for just one person."

Ladies and gentlemen at this time I will gracefully bow out and quit denying the fact that apparently I use an unreasonable amount of tp.

It was a good laugh for the day.....

Beautiful Feet