Exhibit Y in the case against my mother's sanity

This just in from my mother, apropos of, well, nothing:

"You know the inane toilet paper pack in the downstairs bathroom?"

Oh dear, she just retrieved the toilet paper pack in question to emphasize her point, which she has just summarized as "I have never seen anything stupider on a package." It has a "roll size guide" that shows, graphically, that a single roll = 1 roll, a double roll = 2 rolls, and a triple roll = 3 rolls. Okay, I'll grant you, it's not Tolstoy, but I'm not sure I'd waste a whole lot of brain power being offended by its simplicity. I'm sure the poor cubicle dwellers at Charmin are just trying to get through each day so they can go home and numb the pain of their jobs with alcohol. Not that I'm projecting based on my own corporate experience.

And before I post again, I must get the children cleanish and dressed in costume, as we are headed for the ZooBoo today. Should be fabulous, as are all adventures in the company of six only-semi-housebroken children.