Good thing mom's home!

     Between having a teenage boy in the house, and just bad timing, it seems that the only time the toilet paper roll gets refilled is when I do it. I'm sure many of us feel this way. I can't blame Shawn. He's where the "bad timing" comes in to play. It's just the luck of the draw that he never ends up with an empty roll to change. But I will say, I don't necessarily feel that the 3 squares of tissue he leaves on the roll should qualify him for not changing it...
     Before I left for work this morning, I made a quick pit stop. As I was spinning the tissue off the roll, and I normally use pretty conservatively because I don't like to waste, I pulled off a little extra just to finish the roll. I grabbed a new roll from the shelf next to me and hesitated as I was getting ready to go through the usual motions of refilling. I giggled to myself, set it on the ledge just 2 inches above the holder, and smiled big as I finished and washed up and left, flicking off the light just leaving the toilet paper. I felt so rebellious. It just MUST be Friday. It's only 7:00 a.m. and now I'm feeling like the day is mine.
     It's a happy morning. The roads weren't covered in snow for the first time in a while, my heater worked, which seemed to give me fits and just stop yesterday, and I was looking forward to getting home and being with Shawn. The morning was smooth at work and I was productive and busy. People were chatty and happy and it's jeans day at work so morale is high. Friday's are great. And then it came...
     Text from Shawn:

     "Don't worry. I got it..."

     Me: "Hehehe" Imagine my surprise that I didn't come home to it still sitting, lonely, dangling and waving.

     Shawn: "You better hope I don't go viral with this."

     And that was the conception of tonight's blog.

Chat soon!

Penni