How could toilet paper be romantic?

My husband and I had quite the learning curve when we got married. We were learning how to live together, how to live with the opposite sex, and how to be blissfully married. One of our first "tiffs" was about toothpaste. Now I've heard I'm a little strange because I like to brush my teeth in the shower, so inevitably, my toothpaste made its home in the shower. When I needed to brush my teeth throughout the day, naturally, I'd use Justin's. It seemed logical to me, but, did it ever irk him! Everytime he'd reach for his toothpaste by his sink, it would have disappeared to my sink (which is a mere 14 inches from his), but inconvenient nonetheless. Then, on one fine day, he got me. He got me good! I reached for the toothpaste but was met with resistance. He had booby-trapped me! He used floss to anchor down the toothpaste to HIS side of the sink and I could only laugh. Point taken, husband. Well done. He is not only hilarious in his problem-solving, but uniquely romantic.




I woke up this morning to this romantic love note from my husband. It's not every day you see words of affirmation on your toilet paper. :) My family knows well that I have an excessive/obsessive use of toilet paper. It works wonders for taking off eye makeup, cleaning up little spills, makes a great hand towel in public restrooms when you don't want to use a dryer, and makes a perfect hand wad of Kleenex. Toilet paper is wonderful. I'm glad my husband embraces this about me to the point of affirming "you are loved" on it. I hadn't thought about using t.p. for stationary before. Hmmm...

I won't lie. I now have a perfect little square of Cottonelle in my journal. ;)