I can give examples from all of them, but let’s just start with DH and save FirstBorn and PITA for another time and place (except that PITA, as a teenage diva, has taken to multiple showers/baths each day.  I don’t see that much movement from her, so what’s up with that?)

DH, now…sticks his head in the kitchen door to tell me that we’re almost out of toilet paper.  Seriously, dude?  I have the original Cottonelle stash – – probably from when it was actually made with cotton – and have only added Scott to the mixture.  NO COTTONELLE?!!  “No Cottonelle at all, maybe 10 rolls of Scott and some paper towels, that’s all”  At which point my head kinda flew off my shoulders and I started feverishly searching for deals…you might have noticed my recent Amazon posts.

So yesterday I went into his little Man Cave to assess the situation.  DH claims that my stuff is all over his area – my stuff being toilet paper, paper towels, tissue, wipes…you know, girly things, not manly man stuff.  Started in rearranging the 24-packs of water and the Nestle flavored waters and lo and behold…wait, you’re not gonna believe this…but I found TWO full cases of Cottonelle, ONE full case of Scott toilet paper, ONE full case of Scott paper towels and one half-full case of assorted tp, pt and tissue (more were in the house already).  I immediately called during his guy lunch to share the good news:  Don’t worry, honey, I went in and rearranged all your stuff and found toilet paper and paper towels.  Oh, and I moved all the water so it’s taking up less space.  Want me to start with the beer?  “Uhhhh, thanks, no.  gotta go.  good-bye.”

there is more than one way to skin a cat.  although who’d want a cat skin anyway…