Beckies Spot

In my family, we have always had this saying that was said whenever someone was going shopping….it is “Bring me something good!”  And usually, when this is said, someone gets a little present.  Something simple- maybe their favorite candy bar, something quirky, or something that made the shopper think of them.  It’s just something we’ve always done.

Yesterday, Brent and I got the chance to go grocery shopping together.  This is a big deal, because it’s our alone time.  We take what we can get, and usually have great conversation while doing it.  We were walking around getting the things we need, and he says “Anything else?”  And I told him we would need toilet paper within the next week or so.  Before you know it, we are standing before the great wall of toilet paper.  He tells me he doesn’t want to get the brand we’ve been getting because it always seems to be gone as soon as the roll is started.  Okay, I get that.  Then he says “So what kind do you want?”  I tell him it really doesn’t matter….he says it does.  Why?  He then proceeds to go into this whole conversation about how I use it more and need it to be comfortable for me…that it doesn’t really matter for he and our housemate.  I, after all, have the sensitive tush.  Thanks, right?

So we’re leaving the store, and I say “But where’s my present?”  He says “I got you extra soft toilet paper babe.”  Right.

So, my “something good” was toilet paper.  Maybe some of you would be mad….but this was my present.  He thought of me.  And my butt.

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