Hey Little Monster

I just got owned, so hard.

I ran out of toilet paper last night, so I made a mental note to go grab some from the stack in mom's room. About 9:30 pm, Kevin comes in with a roll. "Hey Carrie, I noticed you were out so I got you some." I hear him in my bathroom taking the old tube out and sticking the new roll in. Man, do I have a champ for a brother or what?!

I'm not sure what happened next.

I went to bed later and woke up today at 8:30, groggy and needing to pee. Somewhere in the depths of my brain, a little voice went "Hold up! We need to restock the tp!" And then the rest of my brain went "Nah, it's cool, the little bro held down the fort for us." So I use the restroom, and you guys, toilet paper is not optional for the fairer sex. It's not like, "oooh, my package of rosewater scented handwoven Peruvian toilet paper was just delivered! I'll have to try it out sometime!" It is a necessity, not a luxury.

So I turn to grab the toilet paper that Kevin had so helpfully brought last night...wait a minute... That fink stole it!!! What the hell?! The whole delivery thing last night was just a ply to lure my subconscious into submission?! What kind of evil, twisted, ELEVEN year old genius would plot that sort of thing, let alone carry it out?!

Talk about owned.