In 2003, Ma had a stroke. Dad was her full time caregiver until he he had a car accident that totaled the car. So in 2006, I became their chauffeur among other jobs.
At the time, to deal with the stress of running two households and working, I kept a blog entitled CJ's Whine and Cheeze. Egged on by some friends who enjoyed the first read through, you'll see your part when it comes by.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
A One Sided Conversation
You girls won't get a chronic disease by replacing the toilet paper roll when it's empty.
Putting the roll on top of the toilet tank doesn't count as replacing the roll.
You don't know how? C'mon it's not brain surgery.
Don't be a smartass, it's not rocket science either. Release the spindle.
The spindle, the stick that holds the roll in place.
No, you won't prick your finger. You're not a little princess. The spindle has a spring, push it either from the left or the right to take it out of the holder. Take the empty cardboard tube and toss it in the trash or put it in the recycle bin. Place the full roll on the spindle and insert it back into the holder.
Because I won't always be around to replace the toilet paper for you. I'm fine. I just feel a pain forming behind my right eye.
No, changing toilet paper rolls is not an early sign of OPD.
I did not flip the bird at the two of you. I made devil horns.
No, that's a Texas Longhorn.
No, that's the Hawaiian Aloha. Devil's horns. Like this.
Yeah, it is a funny superstition. Grandma did it to me when I was a kid.
Yeah, I laughed until I had you two.
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