The bathroom in our room was not out of toilet paper when he went in there on Sunday morning.  Nope, instead I got the last bit.   As I headed to the garage where we keep the humongous packages we get from Sam’s Club,  hubby and I crossed paths.   He got to the restock toilet paper before I did.   He was grumbling under his breath.   Mind you, we hadn’t even seen each other yet … hadn’t even said ‘good morning.’   I said “what are you grumbling about?”   His response?   “Nothing.”   I say “Of course it’s not “nothing” or you wouldn’t be grumbling under your breath.”   He says “It’ just common courtesy.    Whenever I go to the garage to get toilet paper, I make sure that I get enough and I restock all three bathrooms.   But the last person to get some didn’t bother to check our room.  It’s just common courtesy!“   And off he goes, grumbling back to the bedroom.

How I managed not to crumple into a heap of giggles, I don’t know.   “It’s just common courtesy” from the man who leaves his dirty paper towels and dirty ice cream bowls on the living room sofa for me to pick up?   “It’s just common courtesy” from the man who leaves six piles of his dirty clothes on my bedroom floor … who leaves his chewed up toothpicks on the coffee table?     I’m telling you … if I couldn’t find the humor in this, I’d have to hurt him.   And yes, I do give him props for at going to get the restock paper.

Happy Monday ya’ll.