I find this hilarious, but it still sucks. My parents took the kids last night so that I can clean today. DH is at work so I have no car. Instead of cleaning, I'm stuck in the bathroom with "tummy trouble."
Tissues, paper towels, baby wipes. When all else fails, wet washcloth. That really sucks. Can you run to a neighbor and ask them for a roll?
Do I ask the young drunk convict on the left side or the senile, mean, one eyed old lady on the right? Either one would make for an entertaining encounter.
Lucky for me the horrible stomach stuff ended at the same time the TP did. DH did a store run on his way home from work, so all is right in the world again!
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