Cat Food or T.P.
Payday is Wednesday. I am down to about $5 in my checking account. Don’t know what I did wrong. I thought I was pretty frugal the past two weeks. No drive-thru eating, only made one purchase from liquor store, packed a lunch for work most days. Hmm.
At the same time I realize we are out of toilet paper, my daughter tells me that Piper is out of cat food. As in out…out…out. I’ve tried to explain that she needs to give me more than a 24-hour notice when we are out of cat food or cat litter. But she is correct. We are out. Poor Piper is growing thumbs so she can try to open the pantry door and get to the cans of tuna fish.
Toilet paper or cat food. The decision is easy, and summed up by a camp song I learned as a Mormon youth and liked camping:
Stranded. Stranded on the toilet bowl.
What do you do when you’re stranded, and you don’t have a roll.
For once in your life you must proove you’re a man.
What do you do? Use your hand!
Filed under: Life Lessons, Humor, Am I Bad?, Family
Do what we do in such situations - steal. Work, gas stations, churches
They all have toilets. They all have toilet paper. That should last you for a few days and save you kitten from starving to death 
I have an idea.. get rich brother to cough up some dough! That’s what rich brothers are for :o)
I’d start using paper towels, tissues, or whatever I found in the garbage can next to the toilet that didn’t look too soiled.
Too funny! In Florida, we have bodegas (corner ghetto markets) who sell t.p. by the roll for about 65ยข. You have to ask, because they keep it behind the counter. It’s pretty rough stuff, but it’s better than newspaper.