Scott tissue is the only way I’d ever go. It’s not particularly cheap. It lasts. But the thing I like MUCH better about it, is that it doesn’t leave lint on my hole. LOL. Don’t mean to be graphic, but the idea of using “quilted, fluffy, extra soft” toilet paper to clean my privates… is about as appealing to me as cleaning my eyeballs with wool. Not to say I can see out of that particular orriface…but mine is particular sensitive to residue. The very idea of tiny fibers stuck to a mucous membrane makes me itch. Scott tissue is SMOOTH and strong. It slides across and tackles the tidying without leaving a paper trail, if you see what I mean. I much prefer its smooth texture.
While I completely disagree with your sister on what TP is best…I do understand having a strong TP preference. That said…status would never figure into my TP choice. For me, it’s all about feeling free of debris.
^ @marygj Haha. Are you my husband?! Because you sure sound like him from that post. We use Scott because he feels this way and he has very strong opinions on TP. I could am less picky so am willing to use whatever makes him happy.
I told my best friend if she wanted to eat Kentucky Fried Chicken we’d have to take it home…because every time we eat it while we’re out, she goes into “poop labor” on the highway on the way home…and starts Lamaze breathing and panicking she’s going to poop her pants before the next exit. I really cannot imagine telling anyone else that.
She told me my house is always dirty and that i’m a hoarder who doesn’t dust enough. In her defense…she’s right.
I mean…I would never end up on a hoarder show or anything. I don’t keep collections of weird things and i do throw stuff out…but I’m guilty of letting junk build up on top of my fridge and such. I do find and clean all of my floors at least once a month (and the kitchen and bath at least once a week)…but compared to her, I’m a mess. Her house is always flawlessly spotless. I keep telling her it’s a sign she has no life, and that she should stop combing the fringe on her carpets…she’ll live longer.
Also, she talks to her weird Bengal cats in a baby voice and tells them I’m their auntie.
I tell her…I like your kitties, but you do realize they are not, in fact, your actual children, right?
To which she responds in a strange cat-child voice, “Oh no, auntie Mary, we’re the Baaaaaaaaabies!”
I should disclose that I met this woman the first day of first grade, and that we’ve been friends for almost 40 years. I see her every week. And love her. Poop labor, cats and all.
Hmmm. My sister is six and a half years older and has been mistaken for my mother. She has gray hair which she is proud of and will never dye, and she has lots of sun damage due to her years of sunning with those old foil reflector things. She asks my advice all the time regarding clothes. I should make a suggestion about the glasses. I hadn’t thought about that.
Well, D introduced me to personal wet wipes (aka adult butt wipes ABW). The Costco brand of toilet paper and their ABW’s are just the combo for the job. :)>-
My sister was agonizing over high school decisions for her daughter. After listening to her for several days I told her - “Hey, she’s 13. She’s letting you know she really really wants you to be the final deciding vote. Then, if she hates it, it will be your fault. If she loves it (which we all knew with 99% certainty was the case), she can claim it was all her decision.” My sis actually broke into tears with relief.
Now, sis has told me that one has to begin wearing something other than sweat pants when one graduates college. And she’s pushed me towards more fashionable (i.e. NOT athletic) shoes. She is still trying to get me to wear a bra on a regular basis.
My friends IRL and on CC gave me the strength to finally get someone to come clean the house, even though DH is vehemently opposed. It’s only once a month, but at least it’s taken care of now, because I don’t have the energy or physical capacity to do the heavy stuff these days. He still doesn’t know, either.
Some of them have also suggested I seek competent counsel. That’s more complicated.
Advice from sisters: none. Not that kind of relationship, really.
Am going to roll out to the store to try out Northern. I need soft, but no lint.
No sisters, but many years ago, I was asked to delicately speak to a young woman up for a management promotion about her table manners. Her habit of chewing loudly with her mouth open and talking with food in her mouth at business lunches with clients was the concern.
Scott is not cheaper than Charmin…at least where I buy it. I prefer Scott.
Re:advice. Hmmm. I am the one usually giving it…I’m the eldest sister. But really, I don’t tell the others what to do.
I did insist that we use MY brisket recipe one year (my sister has an awful recipe she was using). It ruffled a few feathers…but at the end, she tossed the old recipe!
I think some of the things “helpful” siblings say is less helpful than mean. A couple of years ago my sisters and I got together for the first time in 5 years. One of the first things one sister said to me was that my haircut was “too short” and that I looked like crap. Since my hair is thinning in the exact same way and my mother and grandmother and letting it go long isn’t going to help, what exactly would she have me do, wear a wig? And yes, I could wear a more supportive bra, but I have problems with my shoulders being uneven and frankly at this point, I prefer comfort to whatever someone thinks is in my best interest.
I try not to suggest “helpful” things regarding a person’s looks, because I don’t know the backstory, even if it’s a close friend of relative.
I have a rule - no unfunded mandates. My family just loves to come and tell me what neat thing to buy or luxury item that they’d enjoy at my house. So I put a stop to it by saying any and all suggestions need to be submitted in writing, and with a check attached. I’d never ever in a million years tell someone else how to spend their money or decorate their home to make me more comfortable.
I just think nothing good comes from true honesty when not asked directly. Years ago I told mil that we should all be prepared to help support sil when the school would invariably talk to her about her son - which they did - I was labeled the bad guy. I’ve kept my mouth shut about that sociopath ever since. They’re blame the messenger types.
My sister is 9 years younger. Most of my advice to her is unspoken She really needs to buy glasses and quit squinting, and her pixie cut was not “super cute”, nor did it make her look younger. I am sure she has some advice for me, too, haha.
We were Northern people until our new septic clogged at 5 years old. The plunger got a lot of use too. Scott’s all the way now. I also like how the rolls last far longer and don’t leave lint all over the tile around the toilet. Bonus–my kids never complained about college toilet paper!
I know that whenever my sister tells me my hair looks so HEALTHY, it is code for, “It looks like crap”. She doesn’t want to be mean, though.
One of my best friends in college described me over the phone to a guy as having mousey brown hair and being really flat chested. Her words exactly. Well, years later I took care of that, gained weight and colored my hair. And when I saw her again after a several year gap, her first words were,“What is that, Blonde Color #32?”
Needless to say, I don’t attempt to stay in contact. There’s honest, unfiltered, and just plain rude.
When I had my newborn babies my MIL would tell me everything I’m doing wrong. Even the grandma chimed in. Ugh!!! “You are holding the baby too long. You should put him down to bed.” Etc. it went on and on and then my husband would fight with me because I wasn’t listening to them. So the next time she visited I told her thank you for your advice but it was making your son and I fight so please stop. It worked. It was the hardest thing to do! Ugh. I still cringe today over all of it. It was awful.
I got a real light bulb moment from the kids in one of my classes (I’m a returning student at 46, these are people from 18-25).
We were informally critiquing each other’s paintings and I mentioned that I was struggling not to paint like my mother (also an artist) painted because I had such a bad relationship with her, and I wanted to be not like her in any way. I was frustrated that some of my technique was leaned from her.
One of the kids said offhandedly “yeah, but you’re a grownup now, so why worry about that?”
out of the mouths of babes…