I changed the toilet paper in the downstairs bathroom. There'd been an empty toilet paper dispenser there for the last four days and I stepped up and put a new roll in. During Father's Day Week no less.

You're welcome.

I normally don't like to divulge our private affairs before all 8.72 of my adoring readers, but I feel credit must be given when credit is due. So I thank me for meeting the needs of our downstairs bathroom. I'm sure the box of Kleenex in there thanks me too.

Please don't get up in my face about this, family. Had you listened to my repeated warnings I shouted over the intercom from the man attic that the downstairs bathroom's toilet paper needed to be replaced then I would never have had to resort to this. But you didn't listen, and now here I am airing our dirty laundry, or toilet paper, in front of two-thirds of a dozen people over the Internet.

Also, if you've taken the time to notice, I put a spare roll of toilet paper in the downstairs bathroom's cabinet. So when the current roll runs out, it'll be available for whoever is in there when it's go time. And please don't give me the "It's too high for me to reach" line, younger members of my family. Something tells me that if it was a popsicle or action figure up there you wouldn't have any trouble reaching it. Nice try.

I hope this serves as a lesson to everyone. When something in our house needs to be changed, and nobody has done anything about it for a few days, I will always suspend my video game playing and come down from my man attic to resolve the issue. Then I will complain about it on my blog. So consider yourselves warned, family.

This post is dedicated to RC Cola.