You all know the feeling doing your business and then realizing there is no toilet paper.
Well, my brother-in-law likes to give me that minor heart attack like 4 times a week when he puts the tp in a different spot in the bathroom.
We can't have it on the roll thing, no no, that would be too easy. And we can't designate a spot for it, that's just crazy talk.
Usually it's either on the bathtub or the window sill. Both logical places, considering their location in relation to the toilet.
Tonight, it was on the sink. Umm...weird?
I think he's trying to turn it into a game.
Well, I've got one thing to tell you:
Challenge excepted.
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