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...one of those Champion toilets, I mean.
You know, the kind that will flush sixteen tennis balls. A few years ago, we needed to redo the powder room on the first floor. We don't actually call it a powder room, we call it The Green Bathroom. But you wouldn't know what that was... When we bought this house, the owner had put down a nice piece of carpeting in the bathroom. (by the way, I *hate* carpeting in the bathroom. Only families with nothing but girls could get away with that.) A couple of years later, we found out why--the floor was rotting beneath the toilet. (so that constant smell was not *just* my boys...) Fortunately, it was dh that was sitting when the toilet went through the floor--thank the Lord it sits on a sewer pipe, or he'd have been in the basement...
So, being in the "no extra money" time of our life, we bought a Cheapie Toilet. Now I know I should have kept the tank part of the old one. You know the new kind--uses 1 1/2 gallons per flush per EPA standards for Saving Water. Of course, you have to use the plunger every time you use it, so you are using 3 or 4 1/2 gallons per flush. (Dumb. But that is how the Champion came to be invented, isn't it?) Later, my Brother-The-Plumber told me that if I had saved the six-gallon tank, I could have avoided that problem. Just slap that baby on the new bowl, and I could have fooled the thing.
The only redeeming feature of Modern Toilet is that it has never overflowed. Even if you fail to plunge, the bowl has enough room for all the water in the tank.
Not so the Upstairs Toilet (i.e. the Pink One). It is marked Standard, and it is. Six (16? 60?) gallons of wonderfulness. It probably needs new "insides"--it tends to run on and on, so you need to babysit it. And it needs the plunger Way More than it should. I'm thinking new insides would give it a New Lease On Life. (Note to self: Call Brother.)
My dd13 went with a friend to a concert 100 miles away yesterday--four Christian bands, all for $8.00. She called me afterwards--"I got to meet the band!!! I got an autographed poster!!!" So, she got home very late. My dh waited up, so I missed The Drama.
Ds11 got up to go potty while she was getting ready for bed. Between the "and then this happened's.." and the "you'll never guess what's," ds Forgot To Babysit The Toilet. Oh, the joy. Oh, the rapture. When I got up about 2:30, every towel in the joint was on the floor, sopping wet. Can I tell you how much I love my laundry chute?? Good for chucking wet towels into.
Now, I am really not complaining. I love toilets more than most people. I always say I am richer than Solomon ever was, because he didn't have what I have--indoor plumbing. Speaking of that, we went to a company picnic one time in Ohio, at a County Park that had outhouses. In the twenty-first century? I have nothing against a good old-fashioned outhouse in a primitive situation--we Girl Scouts called them "greenies." But a County Park???
A year and a half ago, we had to have the sewer lines dug up for repair. Four days without toilets. We used the neighbor's during the day, and a bucket (actually, one "up" and one "down") at night. When that was over, I renewed my statement that I was Richer than Solomon.
When those Champion toilets came out, they were $400 apiece. Good grief, for a toilet? Now I'm thinkin,' What A Great Deal.
Added to Chore List today: Two loads of towels. |
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