LAUREN: The wipe warmer came to my attention after I went to a baby shower for a friend (who apparently had registered for it), which was really freaky because I didn't think any of my friends were allowed to have kids yet. I mean, I got married, but the baby shower was real: oh my god we are grown up moments. Anyway, I joked with another one of my friends that I would get her a wipe warmer, because she said she wanted one, I think I might actually get it. It would be hilarious to open up during a party.
Ian also thought it was a good idea, and started once again to tell me about his poop, which I have told him I do not want to hear about ever. Thank goodness he does the dishes and laundry or I don't know what I would do. Word of advice to most people: I do not like hearing about poo. I do not like to talk about it. My poo is private, the way poo should be.
IAN: Do you enjoy taking a shit? Hell and Yes, so do I. And if there's one thing that makes the difference between monumental defecation and a scared little poop job in the AM/PM bathroom, it's Quality Of TP. Now, I work in an office where we all have to concern ourselves with being "green", to the extent that our toilet paper feels like a wire brush wrapped in sandpaper. I've sprung for the Cottonelle, and I've even tried out a bidet, but I don't think that anything will feel as good on my ass as a warmed baby wipe. Now, keep in mind, I've yet to try this invention, but just on a conceptual level I don't see how it could fail.
LAUREN: I see I will have to buy two.