ha ha
   today i went out  for lunch to the family dollar.  sad, huh?  but i don't want to eat  out, have no food at home, and thanks to all the traffic lights being out,  going anywhere far from home is a big-time hassle.  so i went to the family  dollar and got some cereal (i had a choice of froot loops or raisin bran; i  chose the latter).  i also shopped for other essentials: hangers, some of  that carbonated flavored water that i'm always downing lately,  etc.
  
 when i got home, i  noticed the tag on the hangers said: DRIP DRY HANGERS.  meaning, they're  metal hangers but coated in plastic so that you can hang damp (i typed that  first as wamp) clothes on them to dry.
  
 and immediately i  had a flashback to my childhood and understand why i have a fear of running out  of toilet paper and, in years, have not done so.  what was the memory that  flashed back?  my mom yelling, "just drip dry!"
  
 i also never am  out of hand soap (we never, ever had it) or paper towels (ditto).  and when  i get sniffly, i make sure to buy the nicest tissue i can find.  too many  red, dry noses from suffering a lifetime of allergies with only the  quickly-depleting toilet paper to dab my nose with.
  
 this is a pretty  boring post, but i really am routinely shocked by the way i was raised.   just sharing.