Growing up, we are told that the three most important “r’s” reduce, reuse, and recycle.

Ok, if we are sincere, when I was growing up in the 80s it was more “Have you heard of a CD player? They are rad!” than the three “r’s”, but they are still important. And truth be told, when I was a kid, I was also told that I could be anything when I grew up and, yet here I sit in my 40s and NOT a flame-throwing lion taming astronaut.

It’s that time of year again. That yuletide season where we get to put up the lights, wrap the presents, check if we're Tier 1, 2, 3 or 4 and get socially-distant-merry-AF.

Is there anything sadder than a wet roll of toilet paper? Well, yes, we’re not toilet paper obsessed monsters. But there is something terribly sad about one.

Don’t judge me but I’m writing this blog simply because I wanted to make the pun in the title. It’s been a rough year, give me this.

I see it and I can’t look away. So many questions run through my mind, “Who does this?” “Why do they do it?” “Who raised this monster?”

I don’t know about you, but one of the biggest battles in our house is around replacing the roll of toilet paper.