Chantal over at Breadcrumbs in the Butter is celebrating her Blog anniversary with a post.  I wanted to congratulate her on the dedication and sheer insanity it takes to post intimate details of your life on the internet.  In fact she has a shirt that says, “I post intimate details of my life on the internet and I don’t know why.” Me either, sister. 

I’ve got some anniversaries as well but I always forget when, so in honor of Chantal’s mile marker, I thought I’d take on one of her humorous entries about the silent wars she and her husband have about stupid stuff.  She writes about it here.  My current war with Mike entails the placement of the toilet paper holder. 

We have a toilet paper holder that stands on its own - not attached to the wall.  We thought it was old-fashioned and cute, but we never thought we’d end up warring about it.  Apparently because Mike stands up to pee (I think he does, at least), seeing it near the front of the toilet bothers him.  When I sit down to pee, I always hit it with my butt or thighs, and it irritates me, so I move it forward, sort of in the center of the bathroom.  The next time I go in there, inevitably it’s been moved again.  Last night I went around 12.30 AM and was blindly trying to find the toilet seat with my ass, and ended up almost impaling myself on the toilet paper holder.  I cursed him quietly under my breath, moved it back to the middle of the room, and hoped that would be the end of it.

This has gone on since we’ve lived in this house - so since July - and we’ve never spoken of it.  So yesterday I said, “You do realize we’re having a war over where the toilet paper holder should be, don’t you?”  Mike feigned surprise, then laughed.  “Yep, I guess so.” 

I will win this war.  I will.  He’s working tonight and I’m thinking some Super Glue or some wood screws will fix that problem PERMANENTLY.