The other week our toilet wouldn’t flush. I tried plunging the disgusting thing — of course it happened in the morning while my husband was at school and I couldn’t just wait until 8pm for him to get home to do it. It splashed awful toilet water all over me and I wanted to immediately jump into the shower. I could not get the stupid thing unclogged! When my husband got home, he realized that even he couldn’t plunge it, after several attempts. Thank goodness he’s a building contractor and knew were to get a spare toilet ring at 8 o’clock at night (his work trailer!) because the thing had to come all of the way off of the floor so they could see what was clogging it. Oh, the smells. Oh, the mess! I could NEVER, EVER, on God’s green earth be a plumber! Oh my. I get faint thinking about it. Do you know what the culprit was? Or what the culprits were?
- A rubber duck
- A spy alarm sensor (from Forest’s spy alarm kit)
Do you know who the suspect was? And there was only one. She loves to flush the toilet and she’s know to her siblings as Baby Monster. Good thing her Daddy and Grand-Daddy love her because did I mention the disgusting-ness?! We totally need those safety products that hold the lid down so that does NOT happen again!
QUICK! Someone catch her!
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Fancy, Fancy, Fancy. Really, now darling. No duckies in the potty! You are too cute to cause trouble!
The Duggars buy toilet rings in bulk. Now I know why. You never know when little miss Fancy will flush a duck down the toilet. And that’s going to be my new “swear”. Oh, Flush a duck!
Hee hee!