To the mattresses
Has a plunger ever given you blisters?
This evening I exercised my power to make (if not officially declare) war, as chief executive of the Kauffman House, and commander-in-chief of the household tools. We’ve been involved in the occasional skirmish for years, but this evening our toilet struck a surprise, vicious blow, leaving me little choice but to fully engage the enemy. Armed with a plunger, resolve, and a really bad temper, I fought long and hard. I put up a good fight, but in was in vain. While the enemy’s blood covered the field of battle, it won this time.
My hands may be raw and my back may be killing me, but it hasn’t won the war.
It’s the last old style, high flow, inefficient toilet in the house… but not for long.
I WILL PREVAIL.
I think you might need a new hobby
Gotta love a Godfather reference… especially when juxtaposed against your current, valiant battle. :-)