For the most part SR and I have co-existing down to a science. I feel like we hardly ever disagree on anything except for maybe toilet paper.
I know, this is going to sound weird.
Personally, I don’t have too much preference when it comes to toilet paper. I don’t need anything fancy or special, in fact I prefer a thinner, non-plush toilet tissue like good ol’ scott.
Hell, I basically like anything I can get for free in grandmama’s basement.
So when I first moved into the apartment I brought a package of Scott brand TP, generously gifted to me by my darling grandmama.
Listen. It does the job and it lasts a long time. At least, according to me.
SR however was miffed at the toilet paper situation which boggled my mind. He wanted something plusher he said and I sort of said “whatever,” all the while thinking that since I use the toilet paper for twice as many functions as he does that this whole thing seemed a little crazy.
But toilet paper is really not something to fight over. So when the free pack of Scott was finally finished SR purchased some nice cushy TP that was more to his liking.
All was fine in bathroom land I guess.
Except if you ask me we totally go through the soft cushy kind faster but whateverrrrr
But tonight, after I had exhausted every kleenex box in the house blowing my nose, I grabbed a roll to keep next to my bed
shhhh don’t tell SR and let me tell you; while my bathroom parts may not notice the difference between Scott and Charmin, my nose sure does.