Fiance: I moved the trashcan in the bathroom to a new spot.
QoQ: Ok. (Unsure why he needed to move the trashcan or why I should care.)
Fiance: (Felt the need to explain further.) I had a problem with the toilet paper.
[Where the trashcan sat prior to the move, the toilet paper roll was right above it.]
Fiance (continues) I mentioned it to you before that when you used the toilet paper, to make sure it doesn’t droop down into the trashcan.
[I have no recollection of said conversation, but maybe I have a selective memory.]
QoQ: (Trying not to giggle.) Ok, but you know, that dispenser is really lose. You tug a little and you get a lot!
Fiance: (proudly) Well, no matter because I moved the trashcan. I didn’t want trashcan toilet paper on my butt.
QoQ: (erupting into giggles.) Problem solved then. And, um. You know this is going on my blog, right?
