OK, so this morning I was thinking how much I really need to buy toilet paper because I'm down to my last roll. I'm rarely in this position because 1. I plan ahead, and 2. I usually stock up in bulk on my semi-annual trips to Trader Joe's. So imagine my surprise when I arrived home to something that, from afar, looked like random trash on my doorstep. Nope, it's a free roll of White Cloud toilet paper in a promotional bag. Free toilet paper when I'm on my last roll.
So I'm thinking the Universe is listening.
But perhaps I'm not always making myself clear.
So, in case that is true...
Let's be clear...
At any time you see fit (sooner than later) I'm ready for you to deliver Mr. Three Lefts. Yesterday I described him, sort of flippantly, as wearing a suit (second-hand, of course), a cowboy hat, and flipflops, carrying ice cream, bourbon, and a Wes Anderson movie. It's negotiable, although... You can put him right there on the doorstep next to the toilet paper so I'm sure not to miss him. Not talking about Mr. I Can't or Mr. I Won't (bless their hearts). Should like honkytonk, chorizo, deep conversations, and road trips in addition to the aforementioned. Maybe has heard of the Buddha. And yet not offended by the chorizo. Accepts contradictions.
Well, that's probably enough.
There's only so much the Universe can do in one day. And today it was toilet paper.