Your Redneck Past
Amalah  |  Oct 01, 2007 11:20 AM

Through a set of EXCEEDINGLY BORING circumstances (translation: please don’t make me type that much), we recently acquired a hefty stack of gift cards for a housecleaning service.

I’ve never had a housecleaning service, but I must say: FAN. YES.

Every other week our house is clean. Exceedingly clean. For a good 10 minutes or so. They empty out the toaster crumbs and make the bed and fold all our toilet paper and paper towel rolls into a V. That’s 10 whole minutes of hotel-room living, right there.

But.

Well.

You should probably know that the Internet and I have a long-standing feud re: toilet paper. The Internet has Opinions about toilet paper. I do not, except that it should be there and present and handy. But ever since I posted a perfectly innocent photo of my toilet paper (and what blogger hasn’t these days, right? Ladies? Don’t get me started!), I am regularly chastised for my improperly hung, underhand toilet paper.

I didn’t know! Nobody ever taught me these things! We didn’t have a maid, and actually had to clean the toilets with our bare hands, and yes, the toilets were out back in the snow, up a hill, right past the furnace that was powered solely by children’s tears. And shoes.

But.

Well.

I’m going to go ahead and admit that perhaps…yes. The Internet is correct, and I should pay more attention to the direction of my toilet paper.

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It’s…it’s just a little bit heartbreaking, isn’t? They’re trying SO HARD to make me look like a fancy society lady, but…no.