. . . and speaking of toilet paper holders . . .

Do you find that YOU'RE always the one that this happens to?

(Yes, that sign really is in my bathroom. That can be for another blog post.)

 I'm talking about the empty toilet paper tube lurking there,

waiting for just me.

Thanks heavens for my always-thoughtful husband, for leaving a full roll on the floor, ready for me to replace:

I love you, sweetie! And I know you must  love me, too, to spare me this terrible trauma!