I heard her hollering from the other room this morning, something about toilet paper, and I figured she was going on about the roll being on backwards again.
But no, that couldn’t be it, because ever since the argument (which I won, by the way) I’ve decided not to even play that game, and have simply refused to even load a roll on the holder in the first place. I think the back of the toilet is a fine place to keep the TP.
As it turns out, however, I was wrong. The Nordic Warrior Queen wasn’t upset with me over the roll orientation, she was upset that there wasn’t a roll there in the first place.
Speaking for myself, I usually check before I sit down, but apparently she didn’t think about that and now she was pissed.
So she gave the noo-noo a quick blow dry and then proceeded to stock the place up, cursing me and the rest of the male species the entire time. We now have enough toilet paper in that little room to last through the coming Apocalypse.
And she calls me obsessive-compulsive. Jeez.