Yah, it's a picture of my bathroom closet.
Big chunks of time go by in Bloggerville without a good, reportable get outta here moment. Every day is the same: You get up, go to your job, work at whatever pays the bills until dinner, then go to bed and start the cycle again.
And then this week, I took a few personal moments, if you know what I mean, to open a magazine. Just my luck — stuck here and all I have is Consumer Reports. Not the greatest photos like my scrapbooking titles, but if you're going to be a while, it has some in-depth reading to keep you glued to your seat.
The May 2009 issue rates toilet paper.
That in itself was ironic enough. But you see, my husband has always insisted we buy Northern tissue. Not Cottonelle, not Angel, not White Cloud. God forbid I buy a store brand. I've spent 26 years in a personal relationship with Northern for reasons he could not explain to my satisfaction. (I accused him of having a thing for the little girls on the logo.) For Pete's sake, the man doesn't even use as much of it as I do, but somehow his quirky buying habits have ruled the shopping cart.
Now CR has rated Quilted Northern Ultra Plush at the top of its rankings. It won categories like softness and tearing ease. while the Soft and Strong version scores well on those plus disintegration. (OK, who sits on the crapper and worries about this kind of thing? As long as there is enough of it and it doesn't leave scratch marks, I'm good.)
So at last I have the answer to a 26-year mystery in our house: We buy Northern because my husband reads Consumer Reports on the john. He's lucky I don't make him wipe with that next week.