I’m gonna make this short and sweet for y’all this Sunday.
Cowboy comes home and sees me counting out squares of Charmin toilet paper (only the best for our bums)-
ME: Oh hi, you’re home.
COWBOY: What on earth are you doing?
ME: Well… apparently the wackadoos have gone bat-poop crazy with this virus thing and they have bought every last roll of toilet paper in the grocery stores including the cheap kind.
COWBOY: Even the cheap stuff?
ME: Yep…even the cheap stuff.
COWBOY: What are you doing?
ME: I’m rationing our toilet paper, what does it look like?
COWBOY: Why?
ME: I just told you why.
COWBOY: We each have a pile?
ME: Yes, you get eight squares and I get four.
COWBOY: Why do I get more?
Okay people, let’s hit the pause button for uno momentoβ¦ do I really need to answer that question?
ME: (Looking Cowboy directly in the eye, trying to not pee on myself from laughing ) Because you’re full of β¦.
a whole lotta of love.
β¦ I crack myself up!
’til next Sunday y’all- ππΈ, π£πͺπΆπΆπ β₯
