I love my hubby unconditionally; however, it is a royal pain in the you-know-what when I stumble into the bathroom at 5:45 a.m. after he's left for the day, and I find this:
Seriously? Seriously?!?! What. The. Crap. Now, I could understand if the tp was far, far, away. It's not. It's here:
On the back of the toilet.
Is it really that hard to replace the roll of tp? Apparently, it is.

