- 6 years ago
- Wedding: April 2018
I go home for lunch, everyday mostly, it’s not far from my office and I like to spend the time with Mr. 99 who is home recovering from surgery…anyway…today I get home, go into the restroom, before I can realize there is no toilet paper in there, I’m invested…I need someone to come save me. Luckily, the vents in the house are connected, so if you holler loud enough, it can be heard downstairs, where Mr. 99 is…he finally figures out that something is amiss and is standing outside the bathroom door…here’s what conspired between us:
Him: You bellowed?
Me: There’s no toilet paper in here!
Him: Sorry, I must not have noticed…so…how serious is it?
Me: It’s like Baghdad in here….
Me: Well, we had taco soup last night AND I drank two cups of coffee…don’t judge me!
Him: No, no..I get it…I just…I don’t wanna go in there babe…some things can’t be forgotten.
Me: I know…but we gotta do something.
Him: So there’s really NOTHING in there you could use?
Me: Not anything that isn’t a Turkish bathsheet….
Him: Ok…I’ve got a plan, standby for delivery….
(Then I hear a noise that can only be him chasing somethng, the opening and closing of the hall closet and finally, the door opens a tiny crack and in sashays Miss Smoo herself with a roll of toilet paper on her upturned tail. She heads right for me, as if this moment was what her whole life had been building up to, I take the roll off her tail and take a BIG sigh of relief.)
Me: That was amazing!
Him: Who’d ever think she’s actually be useful?