Today I’m going to tackle some big issues. Some massive ones actually. And you will have a definite opinion and be vehemently for or against each one for your own very distinct reasons.
Right then, forget Australia Day, Julia, Tony and THAT shoe, let’s discuss the big stuff:
Are you a Folder or Folder or a Scruncher?
You know, toilet paper? When you wipe your, yeah, you know..
Now, according to Annie at Living Life as me
"If someone is process driven and is always on time, they will be a FOLDER"
"If someone is creative, can multi task, can handle interruptions, is outgoing and a people person they will be a SCRUNCHER"
Right, so I’m a scruncher. Always have been, figure I always will be. I put this down to being a FANTASTIC and creative multi-tasker. Or it could be that I'm perhaps, a wee bit lazy. Yeah. The latter.
I knew even before I asked my husband whether he was a folder or a scruncher, what his answer would be. He is exceptionally clean and routine driven, hence, he is a Folder.
Personally, I think this should be the first question you ask a potential mate. At least then you know what you’re getting yourself into. Unless of course they fold then pinch. Then Jesus, you’re on your own.
|Art imitates Life|
Should the toilet paper go over or under?
Over. No. Doubt. About. It. This really requires no further conversation but in the spirit of democracy, I’ll allow comment. But just so we’re clear, under is incorrect.
I mean, why would you make life difficult for yourself by trying to find the end to the toileting holy grail under the spool? This can surely only end in stabbed finger marks into the toilet paper on your quest to locate the last square used?
Let’s not forget how appealing it looks when it’s just kind of hanging there, easily accessible, putting your mind at ease and thus letting you relax knowing that when you’re ready, it will be too.
I’ve been known to go on a one woman crusade and change it to the ‘correct’ position at a friend’s house, safe in the knowledge that once she's experienced the awesome, she’ll never look back.
Thankfully my husband and I appear to be on the same page when it comes to this although there has never been an actual discussion. I’d like to think though, in any living situation, whoever changes the roll - WINS! That right there is INCENTIVE!
Okay, fair to say, I’ve thought this over a *little* too hard. But I’m right. I await your rebuttal.
|No! Jesus God NO!|
Does the Vegemite/Promite/The Aldi Ripoff live in the fridge or in the cupboard?
I know. This is a contentious issue. Seriously, this has been known to be a total dealbreaker. I have witnessed seemingly normal people become ridiculously passionate and frankly, out of control, when trying to make me see the error of my Vegemite positioning ways. Here’s where I’d like to make a pre-emptive strike and say that I believe that this is very much a nurture over nature thing. As in, what you are brought up with is what you will continue to do. My mother always kept the vegemite in the fridge. Hence, so do I. Go your hardest to change my mind.
|I'm guessing Susie doesn't give much of a shit where it's been kept.|
So there you go. Everything you need to know about someone can pretty much be summed up by their response to the above three burning issues. Now. Tell me what YOU think.