Friday, August 08, 2008

Life Lessons

I bought the wrong brand of toilet paper.

24 rolls.

It was on sale.

Whaaa!

5 comments:

David said...

If you were like me, the only man in the family, you'd call that a "years supply!" I'll bet they won't let you take it back.

Papa John said...

@I guess it would be tacky to put them in the guest room or add a roll to each "homless bag". So, how about a "T.P." party wrapping someone's house for their birthday or graduation. Maybe you could use little strips to mark the trail, you know, instead of bread crumbs. Paper mache projects for the neighborhood children? Insulation for the shed? Nesting material for gerbils and hampsters? Nah! You don't keep rodents now, do you? Stock the bomb shelter? Stuff a roll in every fifth mailbox down the street? Maybe take them to a swap meet somewhere. Oh Well. I guess you'll just use extra each time you "grin and bear it"! Sorry, Honey! Ya wanna go to Costco soon?

David said...

Two words...White Elephant!

Anonymous said...

Hee Hee! I smiled at your post but David and your dad's comments made me laugh!! Sorry, Patty. If I didn't live in Togo I'd feel a little more empathetic, but believe me that I do feel sympathy for your plight!

Anonymous said...

My bad mistakes go in the cleaning closet. I've a good 12 rolls used to clean up spills, but then, I don't have Missy...
My niece remarked how wonderfully soft the tissue is here... and it is! Especially if you've lived all your life in the Netherlands where it feels like NEWSPAPER.
Cheers!