Rebecca's game didn't get started until nearly 8 last night, and it went on ENTIRELY too long. The got waxed 6-1 by a very fast, very aggressive team from Oak Mountain. And for some reason Rebecca didn't play nearly as well as she has in the past. I don't know if she was unfamiliar with her position or what, but she was flat-footed and disinterested-looking for the fifteen minutes or so she got to play. I asked if she was okay, and she seemed fine. Could have been that she had so much homework to get done last night after she got home. I went to bed at 11:30 and she was still up. And she woke up this morning in a foul mood, to boot.
My own mood wasn't much better last night--after we got home from the game, I found out that I needed to go back to Grandmom's house to get Rebecca's assignment book and homework that she'd left there earlier in the afternoon. Called, woke them up, went back out and Volvoed over to their house and got the stuff, came back home, and was met by Reba out on the driveway.
"What!?"
"Could you go to the store and get some toilet paper?"
::sigh::
And no, there's no such thing as saying no. Four girls in the house, my friends, means that toilet paper MUST BE IN ABUNDANT SUPPLY!
Back down the other side of the hill to the store, got 1800 square feet of paper. I've found the best conservation technique is to get the worst single-ply I can find. Sure, everyone loves soft, fluffy two-ply stuff, but that tends to promote abundant usage far in excess of that required to provide complete wipeage. Still, those 24 mega-rolls (equivalent to 96 regular rolls) should last us only about five hours.
Not really.
Anyway, it was a long night.
Posted by Terry Oglesby at February 23, 2007 09:13 AMWell, it coulda been worse. You could have had to listen to Jimmuh talk last night.
Scott toilet paper now comes in regular and softer/thicker. When my wife mistakenly purchased the latter AND set it out for the youngsters to use, I ended up with a plunger in my hand and a foul attitude. We have since relegated the thick stuff to the master half-bathroom (no bath, just a toilet and sink) where the kids usually don't go.
Posted by: Marc V at February 23, 2007 09:44 AMAND THAT'S ANOTHER THING--danged 1 gallon flush toilets. I have yet to get them (the kids, not the toilets) to understand that flushing is something that must be done repeatedly, and that TOO MUCH PAPER CLOGS UP THE POT!
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at February 23, 2007 09:52 AM