a time for rations

the truth is, i was supposed to get toilet paper today and i totally forgot. what does it matter that i haven't had to get it since before katrina moved out? what does it matter that my mind's been on other things? the fact is, we ran out and i used the very last tiny wisp of a square myself. where does that leave us? it leaves us with thursday night survivor/apprentice company such as selina diona, her movie conversationing having kept steve occupied, animated and content during er (gallant's coming back to nila!) and therefore serving a useful purpose, needing to use the washroom. it was at that opportune time that i just happened to recall that we were out of toilet paper (of course that doesn't happen when i'm in the vicinity of toilet paper to purchase. no no no.) even a search of the house for kleenex was unsuccessful. luckily steve has the mudzie habit of keeping his pockets full of kleenex, which habit i never really was in favour of, because of previous dips into mudzie's pockets looking for keys only to find a yucky old kleenex. and yet tonight it was the hero-habit. and now here i sit, the thankful recipient of two charity rolls of tp given in good grace from said hero, pilfered unselfishly from his own tp stock. can one doubt that charity never faileth? bounteous evidence indeed.

well i'm off to pee in peace!