My husband has been helping out with the household grocery shopping more often lately, which I'm thankful for because I hate, no, I detest grocery shopping. I'm not so thankful, though, for Jim's exclamations and complaints each time he asks what I need him to pick up at the store and I tell him, among other things, toilet paper. Every time.

"How can we go through so much <cuss> toilet paper?" he groans.

After more than 33 years together, my husband still doesn't fully grasp...