A Pot to Pee In

On Sunday night at about 9 p.m., John and I realized the toilet was leaking. It's pretty hard to find plumbing supplies at 9 p.m. on a Sunday night. I think they should make Home Depot open 24 hours, like Walgreens. This was an emergency! We drove miles away to Wal-Mart, who had barely any selection, but we bought what we thought we'd need to fix the toilet. At 11 p.m., more water was gushing out than when we began. =( John couldn't sleep, probably because he was mad he couldn't fix it, maybe because his bladder was full.

On Monday, we decided he'd stay at home and fix it, and come to work after he fixed it. When I called him at noon, I knew things weren't going so well. He tried to fix the old toilet. Apparently when he went to Home Depot, they laughed and said they hadn't made that type of toilet in 60 years. Yes! They sent him to a plumbing supply store. He bought new stuff, but it didn't work. He finally decided to buy a whole new toilet, and install it. Thank God for that Home Improvement 1-2-3 book. At 6 p.m., we called Joe as back up, but by the time Joe got there, John had finished. John feels like he can do anything now, because he's installed a toilet. He's so handy. =)

The new toilet is tiny. The old toilet was mounted to the wall, and it was parallel to the sink. The new one is inches below the sink. The old one had an oblong seat. The new seat makes me feel like King Kong. The new regulations state that all toilets must be 1.6 gallons. That's pretty small. Plus, now we have screws sticking out of the wall where the old tank hung. I guess we'll buy one of those over the toilet cabinent things to hide the screws.

How much more potty talk can you stand?