It's happened again - a toilet paper famine. Everyone's quite positive she was the last to buy, and in any case, no all-important TP graces either bathroom in our lovely BYU apartment.
Guys could get away with this a little more easily, for obvious reasons. With us, it's a little ridiculous. No one really mentions it, no one buys some more, and all the while that little post thing next to the toilet hangs empty and desolate. Poor little post thing.
I suppose I'll probably cave and buy some from the Creamery tonight, although I could survive a while longer on my secret emergency stash (You make think this a bit miserly, but I am quite sure most of the other girls have an SES as well, so no harm done). We'll see how things turn out.
And such is life in our little apartment at Brigham Young University. A little quirky, a little stressful, and an altogether lovely topic for a blog, don't you think?
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