How is it that no matter how little toilet paper is left on the roll, Adrian will find a way to use exactly that amount? Exactly the amount left on the roll!
Does my honey bunny have some sort of super power that regulates his recyling system to adjust to the number of sheets left on the roll? I’ve been putting his powers to the test these last few weeks just to see what he’ll do and he passes with flying colors every time. That sad looking brown piece of cardboard left from the roll is all the evidence I need to see to understand his skill at toilet paper changing avoidance. he is a master of the game.
Yesterday after making ladylike use of the facilities (yeah – fart city for those of you who know me), I reached for the paper and my fingers struck hard cardboard where white fluffiness should have been. The reserve rolls of paper were at the far side of the vanity and I could just touch the paper, but couldn’t grab a roll.
My pants around my ankles, I hobbled a step or two in the “croaching tiger” position to reach the paper and caught a glance of myself in the mirror. Not at all attractive folks. The highlights: vast expanse of butt with frowning face to cap it off. Frowning in part because the ridiculous amount of Bombay Gin I drank on Saturday night was being processed by a system that was out of control. (While drinking I pretend I don’t know that this will happen). Frowning in part because I was annoyed that I had to be in that position (again, Adrian – again).
Yes I know that checking the roll should be the first thing done, but in the case of Bombay gin overload there isn’t time to do anything other than assume the position and pray for accuracy. (I’m on the money most of the time.)