So I was doing my 'laundry' as a good house wife should, when I found a strange puddle in the basement. Mmm what's this we wondered. Its under the bathroom pipes. Looks like something you'd find in a bathroom pipe. Smells like something you'd find in a bathroom pipe. Tastes like ... So why the hell isn't it in the bathroom pipe.
So in a crash course on toilets, with help from Dave's dad over the phone and the omnipotent Google, we, all by ourselves, changed the gasket on our toilet.
Whats a gasket? I dunno. What does it do? I can guess!
Credit where credit is due, I was all for calling a plumber! But in the adventurous spirit that made me fall in love with him (and a spattering of his economical side too) Dave ploughed right on in with wrenches and towels and other manly things.
I did do my part, scraping nasty wax, screwing stuff in, squishing the new wax into place and even replacing the cistern all by myself with no leaks (so-far!)
So any of ye who thought I might be bored here in Wisconsin with no job. Think again my friends, think again!!
missing toilet
oh there it is, in the hall
squishing the wax