After 18 years, you'd think...

There are many low level, on-going battles in every marriage - putting the toilet seat down (that's not one of ours), too much time watching sports (again, not one of ours), and changing the toilet paper when it is out (this one is one of ours). Michelle claims that I never do it. That's a load of elephant pooh. Case in point. I went into the bathroom yesterday to grab some toilet paper to blow my nose and noticed that what little was left on the roll had obviously been re-wound. I used what was left on the roll and being the nice husband that I am, reached up and grabbed a new roll to replace the one I used up only to find that it wasn't quite as new as I thought. Michelle had purposefully rewound the roll I finished and used a new one so she wouldn't have to replace the roll. When I confronted her with the evidence, she sheepishly admitted that I was right (let's hear that again, I WAS RIGHT) but then tried to defend her dastardly deed by saying that I never change the roll. This ongoing battle will slowly simmer for years to come. The good thing is that it is always fought with an underlying vein of humor. I love her even though she doesn't know how to change the toilet paper roll.