I was at my gym early one morning, and I had to use the bathroom.  (Using the bathroom at the gym is something I try to avoid at all costs in the morning.)  On this particular morning it was unavoidable.  I did my business and looked to the left — no toilet paper.  Could it be a conspiracy?  Or is it just my luck?  It got me thinking.

We have six bathrooms in our house.  Time of day is of no consequence; whatever bowl I choose to sit down on never has toilet paper.  It’s amazing how I only notice this after I let go.  Sometimes there is only two thin squares left on the roll — not nearly enough — I’m not ashamed to admit that I have had to resort to using the hand towel once or twice when there was no one home to hear my screams.  This “always empty” phenomenon could be explained by the fact that there is less paper on the roll than there used to be, but I think something else is a foot.

Take our cars, for example.  We have five; none of them ever have gas.  It’s amazing how the last person to use the car can cut it so close.  The kids have it down to a science–  they leave just enough fumes to get you to the gas station.   Let’s talk food.  Cereal boxes with only a quarter cup of flakes, leftover containers with barely two tablespoons of rice, milk containers with an inch of sour milk — the list is endless.  How many times have you opened your bread drawer to find just a heel of bread.  I’m used to it now — I confess — I actually eat the last heel of bread, usually with the last smear of peanut butter.

Supernatural phenomenon? Masterminded conspiracy?   What’s going on at your house?