Have you ever had...say... some sort of strange obsession about something? Something that others might view as insignificant and meaningless? So that when you finally get the courage to admit it to someone they have to get up and go to the bathroom to laugh hysterically for a few minutes before they can continue the discussion? So that throughout life you have learned to just not mention it as it eats you up inside? EATS YOU UP...even though to most folks, it's not even a passing thought? Yep, me too. And I'm done with this one eating me up inside because today? Today I draw my courage from Heather. The courage to tell you that I have been extremely worried for years about the lack of good looking bottles of hand soap in the world. You can read about it here. She and I are on the VERY SAME track with regard to this issue. You can ask PJ exactly how much time he has spent since being married to me looking for the right hand soap, and he will tell you that it's been a long journey with no end in sight. Until now.
And since I have worked up my courage, let me just go ahead and get this out there. Paper towels and paper napkins are to be solid white. And for some reason, that's not always the case on the store shelves. Do not put it past me to abandon my cart, get in the car, and actually leave a store that does not have solid white paper towels. I once bought some paper napkins that were solid white, but they had seashells "embossed" on them. In a moment of weakness I gave in to PJ's argument that I could live with embossed seashells at least until we ran out again..since we were in a dire napkinless situation at our house and after all, the napkins were still technically solid white, and no, he wasn't going to one more store that evening. So, we got them. I tried to use them and like them, but I couldn't do it. I had to apologize to everyone for them every time I pulled one out of the napkin holder. We had to discuss the whole issue every time we used one because there it was - right there in my face. It worried me sick until I finally found a replacement package of nice white smooth paper napkins. And come to think of it, PJ hasn't tried to convince me to buy any embossed ones ever again.
Even though I am a huge Mary Engelbreit fan, I can't even bring myself to buy these cute paper towels with her flowers all over them. I once broke down and bought a double pack of these at Big Lots because I was really trying to prove to myself that I could save money by buying paper products such as this at a place such as Big Lots. When I got home and opened up the package, one roll had the cute ME flowers all over it, but the other roll had quotations about mothers all over it. Now not only did I have to cringe every time I tore one off because it wasn't solid white, I also had to think about my strained relationship with my mother every time I needed to wipe down the counter.
So I'm thinking they weren't really that inexpensive if you factor in what I pay for therapy.
Don't even get me started on toilet paper.
I know what you are thinking. And yes, he knew about some of this before he married me. The rest he has learned to deal with...with a very gracious and serving spirit, I might add. He's a good man.