Buying bunff in bulk...

Growing up in a house full of women, you'd think I would remember. Four sisters and Mum. Outnumbered me, Ross and Dad. Always. We even had two male dogs in an attempt (albeit futile and quite feeble) to even things out.

This past weekend was the annual siblings’ weekend in the country. No spouses. No kids. No cell phones. Just brothers and sisters doing their thing. Together.

This year, however was a little different. Yes, as usual, TLATO was in Florida, but my brother and number 2 sis, Karen were not able to make it. Ross was playing bridge in Sarasota and Karen was... doing whatever a bunch of 40-something girls do in Barbados without kids or spouses.

I digress...

The weekend was no disappointment; it's always great to spend quality time with my family, even if it's only 75% of the ‘Hood (that's the Sisterhood to you).

Beverley has two grown boys at university (and a daughter in Vancouver, making hard life decisions); Joanne has two boys and Lindsey, one boy and my adorable niece, Sammy.

The talk turned to food and grocery bills. Bev was talking about her boys coming home for reading week and she had already started to re-finance the house to contain their inevitable appetites. Joanne and Lindsey's males are much younger, but in their own way, while small are just as efficient piranhas when it comes to food and stripping a side of beef

The 'Hood was only here for about 24 hours. It was not until today that I noticed that the inventory of septic-friendly toilet paper had been severely dented.

My sisters have their sons and grocery bills to contend. Me? I have my sisters and a need to invest in Kimberly Clark or Scotts paper products. What the heck do they do with that paper? And, to make it worse, they were double rolls...