I hereby do humbly and duly chastened retract any and all snide or
otherwise condescending or superior remarks to any and all of those
who've confided in me concerning "paper towel confetti".  You will know
who you are.
 
The reason:
 
Sometime this morning, while I was obliviously working at my computer, a
bomb apparently went off in the front bathroom.  I was not aware of this
until I saw Chiquita dashing down the hallway as though the Hounds of Hades
were after her.  Of course, mother instinct took over at that point and I
rushed to gather her up and hold her to my cheek for soothing.  Then
survival instinct took over, (Chiquita is a nipper and does not normally
tolerate face to face contact) and removed her from close proximity and
immediately noticed the ecstatic grin on her face and wisps shredded paper
clinging to her ears.  I can only surmise she was incredibly relieved to
have escaped unharmed.
 
The trail of evidence led to the bathroom, where only one shredded layer
of paper remained on the roll of the tissue holder between the toilet and
counter.  I'm quite certain the roll was a full one prior to the explosion.
 
Please exercise extreme caution in your purchases of toilet tissue.
There's no way to know, as yet, at what point in the distribution and
sale that the bomb was planted.
 
Debi Christy
[Posted in FML issue 2985]