it just happened recently and i'm still not quite over it.
you know when you just get through with a rather productive potty session and you go for the toilet paper, but the roll is empty, and the backup is gone as well, and the closest replacement is in the linen closet down the hall, but the nearest human to help out is seventeen miles away, and the labrador retriever sleeping just outside the bathroom door really should be called a labrador retrieve-it-your-damn-selfer.
so you have no choice but to stand up ever so gingerly and shuffle as if in ankle shackles to the other side of the house.
but as you straighten up, there is a weird smush sensation between the buttock cheeks that can mean only one thing?
yeah, that feeling.
i really, really, really hate it.