What kind of twisted upbringing did I have that taught me the most important item to have in my pantry for disaster preparedness is toilette tissue!?
Not food or water but TP?
For some reason when I have a sufficient supply (read: enough for a platoon) of TP I feel secure and content.
If I start to run low I feel anxious.
No bread or milk in the house? No problem! I can find other things to eat.
But run low on TP and I get panicky!
Perhaps it’s time for analysis.
(And what demented part of my brain needs me to chronicle it here?)