Nope, not the TV show that ran from 1959 to 1973 NBC.
I scored big-time today. My Guy hit one potential hotspot for toilet paper today and came home, tossing a four-pack to me the way the Great Hunter would lay a felled buffalo at his woman’s feet. It was a big moment.
After his report of success, I vaulted into my car and roared back to the source. At this Dollar Tree they hadn’t even bothered to unpack the rolls from the cartons, which sat by the registers. No need to cart them to the shelf at the back of the store. They’d likely only last another 20 minutes.
My roll of four on the back seat, I was fired up. I rolled on to a nearby Dollar General. Here I was allowed TWO four-packs. If there had been anyone I could have leaped into the air to high-five (back in the days when we touched each other), I would have.
I may just spread them all loose on the bed and wallow.