I peed my pants in Lowes

OK, fine. I didn't pee my pants in Lowes, but I almost did.  I do not blame my bladder. I do not blame the 96-ounce iced water from the world's best convenience store ever: QT. I do not blame The Dad, who was taking way longer than he needed picking out a towel rack for the never-ending and ever-expanding shower/bathroom project. I blame Lowes.

A toilet paper tutorial

My biggest fear is running out of toilet paper.  OK, it's actually a close second behind traumatic and devastating things happening to my family.   But, right after that, comes my fear of sitting on the toilet only to discover that we have no toilet paper in the house.  To address this paranoia of mine, I stock pile toilet paper like the elderly stock pile cat food and jello.

Mrs. Crapper, how did you do it?

The Dad and I were standing on our front stoop smelling the rain that had been promised, but wasn't falling.  We were holding each other and thinking about just how beautiful life has been to us.  We have two fabulous daughters who keep us hopping and thinking and entertained and grey-headed.  We have jobs in an economy where more than should be are unemployed.  We have our extended family and our close friends and a fabulous house in a wonderful neighborhood.  And as we stood under the cloudy, fall night, counting our blessings, we were jerked back to reality with a scream.