Me, in bed this week, at 6 a.m.
Husband: “Babe! Where do we keep the toilet paper now?”
(Note: He had purchased the toilet paper yesterday, and it’s been kept in the same place since we moved into our house nearly 6 months ago.
Also note: he once asked me where we kept the sheets to make the bed… after living together for more than 3 years.)
Me, sleepy-eyed and barely awake: “Huh?”
Husband: Repeats the question with a bit more force than I understood at that hour.
Me: “Hallway closet!”
(End of thoughts on toilet paper. In theory.)
Until I used our hallway bathroom later that afternoon.
Text to Husband: “I can see that this must have confused you. I can show you how to use this when you get home.”
(Those women that live with men: can you explain this, please?)