Waging a washroom war

There has been a silent battle going on in my washroom for the past two months. It’s been subtle and has so far not even been a point of contention or even discussion between Dougie and I. But almost every time Dougie has been in the bathroom, the same horrific event has taken place. The toilet paper is sitting under when I attempt to use it. When I had placed the roll on the spindle earlier in the day, the toilet paper had been sitting over it.

At first, I assumed he had mistakenly placed it in the under position because really, who in their right mind would prefer it this way?

I always have been and I always will be a toilet paper over kind of gal. Don’t get me wrong, I am stubborn about this issue and there are times when I’m at someone else’s house, my sister’s for example, where the toilet paper is rolling under on the dispenser and although I am sorely tempted to turn it around, I leave it the way it is, because it is her house – even though it is so very, very wrong.

But at my own house? That is a different story and I must prevail because let’s face it – hanging toilet paper over reduces the risk of transferring germs, makes it much easier to find the end and hell, it just looks better.

Still, it is a war that has yet to be waged between Dougie and I, but when it is fought, I am sure I will be declared the undisputed victor. I even have reinforcements to back me up. As illustrated below, the original patent for perforated toilet paper, created by New York business man Seth Wheeler (the inventor) was recently discovered and it clearly shows an over arrangement for hanging toilet paper.


So Dougie, prepare to be defeated!


Could I have that on a separate plate please?

Last night’s dinner of champions. All served in separate plates/bowls of course.

I have become a bit of a freak over the years when it comes to how my food is served. I’m not sure when it started, but it’s definitely getting worse. I like to use separate plates and bowls for everything. I don’t particularly want any steak, pork chop or chicken juices touching any vegetable or carbohydrate I’m serving with it. I haven’t gotten so bad as to request separate plates at a restaurant or when dining at a friend’s place, well not yet…

The only meals I’ll eat on the same plate when I’m at home are burgers and fries and pot roast (everything is cooked together anyway).

As we were loading up our separate plates and bowls after dinner last night, Dougie remarked: “We’re probably the only two people on planet earth who can fill up a dishwasher with one meal.”


A lucky loser

I  got tickets today for the Murdoch Mysteries Fan Day event on August 8th in Toronto (very Canadian of me, I know)! When I told Dougie how lucky I was to get them, because the tickets sold out in three minutes, he put things into perspective for me as usual.


“Wow, this means there are that many other people who are losers like you?”

I had told him yesterday that Yannick Bisson (the actor who plays the title character William Murdoch) had once favourited two of my tweets. Then, after I explained to him what tweets and what favourited mean, he came up with this gem:

“You live a life of pure excitement, don’t you?” Yes I do Dougie, yes I do.


Dougie moved in and, so far, the living is easy

I had been living alone for the past 10 years, but all that changed when my younger brother Doug moved into my basement in March. I was happy about it, but also a little wary. I am such a creature of habit and so used to being alone that I wasn’t sure if I could handle living with someone again. And at first I felt like a total loser, I am a middle aged woman and I’m living with my brother! Then I thought about all the couples I had known over the years who were completely miserable and were staying together either for the sake of their kids or just out of habit. Living with Doug couldn’t be worse than that, could it?

It’s been two months now and it’s actually worked out surprisingly well. Living with a sibling is a a hell of a lot easier than living with a significant other. How many of us have put up with: “When will you be home? Where are you going? Where were you? Why are you so late?” from a partner or spouse? When you live with a sibling, there are no judgments, no big arguments and zero recriminations.

We have fallen into our house duties without even discussing them: Dougie takes out the garbage, does the vacuuming, carries anything heavy and is in charge of the barbecue; I do the dishes (owning a dishwasher helps), wash the hardwood floors, marinate the steaks, pork chops or chicken and make the side dishes . Each of us has our own TV and PVR so there are never arguments about TV shows or movies and we keep to ourselves a lot, with the exception of eating dinner together and watching (and playing) Jeopardy every night at 7:30. And playing Jeopardy is the only time we do argue and yell at each other, but I’ll save those details for another day…

Yesterday’s Jeopardy Results: A draw. Neither of us got the Final Jeopardy answer – Henry David Thoreau.

Yesterday’s dinner: Barbecued pork chops (VH Soy Sauce, Lee & Perrins Worcestershire Sauce, PC Splendido Cold Pressed Extra Virgin Olive Oil and Club House Roasted Garlic and Peppers for the marinade) with Chick Pea Salad (Unico Chick Peas, Unico White Wine Vinegar, diced celery, carrots, onions and garlic, salt and pepper and PC Splendido Cold Pressed Extra Virgin Olive Oil).