On Saturday at 7:30am, Hubby awoke to the sound of me shrieking at the top of my lungs. The reason?
Good thing I looked before I sat.
Hubby locked himself into the bathroom to "resolve the problem" ...and as I screamed through the door, "Don't play with it!! Just get RID of it!!! What tools do you need???", he yelled back: "GET ME THE CAMERA!!!!".
Yep...he's my li'l crisis manager!
Personally, I am impressed as hell at the condition of her toilet. I can't imagine what wonders would have to appear in my toilet to make me think taking a picture of it would be a good idea. (shudder!)