Toilet paper

Christmas is certainly coming, that's for sure. Finals are finally over and we have the whole weekend to relish the holidays.

I actually worked pretty hard and got all my hours in at work on Thursday so that Andrew and I could spend Friday together. He had been working such awful hours that we hardly saw each other this past week. Who works from 7 am to 2 pm, then 5 pm to 2 am, and then 7 am to 2 pm again? That is not a cool schedule.

However, Andrew had Arabic exams to grade, so that kind of took up our morning...well, it kind of took up his morning. I slept in, read a book, and basically just lazed around until he got home. Oh, and did the laundry and cleaned the kitchen and bathroom, too. And made lunch.

As I'm sitting down to eat lunch without him--because I'm starving, Emily calls and frantically asks, "Where's Andrew?" "He's on his way home. Why?" "Because mom's at the Emergency Room and he's not answering his phone." "Why is she at the ER?" "I don't know. She just is. Okay? Dad wants him there right now!" "Alright, I'll tell him to phone as soon as he gets home."

So, we spent the afternoon in the hospital with Karen and her injured arm. She fell in a parking lot and landed on her shoulder. (Sound familiar, dad?) We went and did some errands for her, including the shopping. She had made a list of things that they needed before they put her on medicine...but while she was telling us things to do, she kept saying, "And the toilet paper. We need toilet paper." She must have mentioned it 4 or 5 times. So, although it wasn't on the list, I made a mental note of it.

Andrew and I were at the store getting the things that I hope might be turned into Christmas dinner and I said, "Oh, well, toilet paper isn't on the list, but do you think we should get it anyway?" So, we decided that we would get toilet paper.

Karen came home from the hospital and looked at the groceries on the floor and said, "Why'd they get toilet paper?"

It turns out that was part of a medically induced stupor. Oh, well. You can never have enough toilet paper, right?