My mother came over to my house the other day and after finding our guest bathroom out of toilet paper forced me to have this conversation:
"Well, no surprise, you're out of toilet paper, again! Sam, doesn't even wipe anyway! I guess she's given up! When I'm coming over I just make sure I have a pad on because it's just drip dry around here
[To Sam, but looking at me with disgust] Baby, you just keep a paper towel in there for the day....you can just reuse it, I guess."
Come to think of it, there wasn't much conversatin since she did all the talking and I did all the laughing.
Happy birthday, Mom.