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one of the most wonderful things about sharing your home and your life
with the person you love is the excitement of learning all about their
bathroom preferences. mike and i differ on nearly every single one of
them, which means that every time i enter the bathroom, i have to change
everything to be, ya know, the way it's *supposed* to be. and he is,
apparently, doing the same thing.

the issue: light above mirror
me: on, you can see yourself
him: off, who knows why

the issue: amount of beard hair in sink
me: i don't have a beard, so naturally, none.
him: shave shave shave shave shave shave shave

the issue: that fan thingy that is broken and doesn't actually provide any
ventilation but rather just makes a really annoying whirring sound
me: off, it doesn't work and makes a really annoying sound
him: whir whir whir whir whir

the issue: shower curtain
me: closed, so you can't see our dirty bathtub
him: open, who knows why

the issue: toilet seat (of course!)
me: closed, so i don't fall in, jerk
him: open, because it makes peeing slightly more convenient for him

the issue: toilet paper roll
me: unempty
him: pull every last square off that sucker man

the issue: soap
me: right next to the edge of the sink so that if some spills, it goes in
the sink
him: back by the wall for some reason

it *is* magical, isn't it