Last night (of course, night..it had to be night) I was using a small plastic bathroom cup, and also walked over to flush the toilet. Suddenly, the cup slipped from my fingers and was sucked into neverland. The most horid feeling came over me, and I thought "that cup is not going to go down". ...it didn't...water all over the floor, tons of soaking wet towels.
Short story, the cup got caught in the trap. We went out to Home Depot at nine at night and got an auger. We tried and tried to retrieve it, but it wouldn't budge. So today, we have to take the commode out and remove the cup and then put it back together.
Never in my life, during all the time of my youth, raising my child and my three step-sons did anything like this ever happen! My husband has some health issues we have been dealing with, and he has even been nicotine free for the past several days. He did not get upset or angry, and did not even raise his voice. He just said that we would take care of it. He is beginning the task right now, and I will be his assistant.
This should be interesting....tune in later...
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