I’m not a role model. Please do as I say and not as I do. Also, if you could, please don’t tell anyone what I’ve done. I’m sharing a little secret, so please keep it between us? I’d make you pinky swear if I knew who you were.
Okay, okay, what’s all the hype about? Date night. Simple as that. We have a big holiday at the family cabin (up in the north north north woods of Wisconsin) and before things got too hectic, Jon and I wanted an ‘us’ night. The two of us decided on our favorite date: cooking together, eating in bed, and having a movie marathon (in this case, we watched 5 episodes of Dexter).
Whenever we go out of town, I try to start running down on household items so that things don’t spoil. Toilet paper is one thing that should never be allowed to run out (makes an especially awkward situation for guests), but, unfortunately, that is what happened. After an episode of Dexter, Jon let me know that he used the final two plies to blow his nose. Oops.
Then he suggested we get extra toilet paper from the bathrooms in our apartment complex. Why not go to the store, you ask? We’re in our pajamas and it’s 10pm on Friday night. What’s more, there is a blizzard outside. And so, I agree.
Jon provides cover while I make the moves.
Unfortunately, every toilet paper roll I find only has a couple pieces of tissue left. This means that we visit every guest bathroom in our building to secure enough TP to hold us over until we leave for the cabin.
But, just like Bonnie and Clyde, we accomplished our mission.