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J is complaining I'm spending too much time working on my book blog and treating this one like a red-headed stepchild.

With that in mind, today I bring you confessions of another OCD-like trait. This particular affliction, however, I'm certain, affects a large portion of the population (North American population? Western culture? I dunno, take your pick.).

I'm talking about toilet paper. Specifically, over or under? I am an over gal. Always have been. In my house, we have two bathrooms - one is mine, and the family shares the other one. Why, I do not know, but no one likes to use mine. And I'm thankful for that. Probably because it's clean. And when company comes over and asks where the restroom is, the kids say, "Mom's bathroom is on the left and our bathroom is on the right."

Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, over or under....I don't think the menfolk in my house care either way. I don't know if it's a male thing or a "people who live in my house thing", but it drives me nuts. It seems like every time I use that bathroom I've got to flip the TP. 'Cause you KNOW I can't let it go.

Big deal, you say? Everyone flips the TP in their own house, right? Well, I flip it in public places too. For example, at Commander's Palace. Yup, fancy-schmancy, 5-star restaurant...the bathrooms are lovely. No really, they are. BUT, I had to do it. The TP was under. I could not let this go unchecked. I flipped it. I couldn't not flip it.

*whispers* I may have, on occasion, flipped the TP at your house.
Sorry.

Not really.

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