Things the neighbors don’t need to see…
It’s bad enough they have to see my backside waving in the air when I’m weeding.
It’s a disgrace they have to hear my hollering (yes, downright hollering) at a teenaged boy to GET MOVING so we can make it to tae kwon do practice in time.
It’s a crying shame that they have to witness me getting the paper on Sunday mornings. No one should have to see me in a ratty robe and Birkenstock garden shoes, shuffling down the driveway with eyes that are too sleepy to fully open.
But this?
What did they ever do to deserve THIS?!
I can’t tell you the serious skip my heart took when I looked out my front door to see that The Hubster had moved yesterday’s nasty plumbing job out to the front lawn. There it was, in all its glory — my powder blue, 70’s-era hall bath toilet.
The thought still makes me shudder.
But, two hours later, that powder blue, 70’s-era toilet was back in the hall bathroom after some Herculean efforts by The Hubster… and some serious cleaning by The Boy.
Ugh… it was gross.
(To quote Elaine Benis: “I don’t know how you guys walk around with those things.”)
And, with the toilet out of view of our front door, the neighbors were, once again, considering whether they would wave at us as we drive by.
Provided, of course, that we don’t decide to drag out the toasted almond toilet from the master bath.
We won’t.
Well, not at least until the Christmas holidays when The Hubster has to address the wreckage that is our master bath right now.
Oy!
As much as I’ve loved bringing this house back from the brink of design disaster, bathroom renovations are out of our budget for the time being.
Which should make the neighbors rest easily at night.
Hey! I know that toilet! It is a lovely shade of blue though! The toasted almond one would probably blend right in with the fall colors.
Do we want to know why the toilet was on the front lawn? Aren’t they kind of heavy? But since a man was involved in this scenario, I guess I shouldn’t ask questions.
By the way, we had one of those toilets, too when we moved in to our house. At least we did, until it developed a small crack in it, and for Christmas my father gave me a brand new white toilet to replace it. Yes, nothing says Merry Christmas like a toilet with a big red bow around it under the tree.
I hope this isn’t a sign of what Santa will be bringing YOU this year!
Eileen -too funny! We have actually had people use toilets as planter boxes in the front lawn, until the village came down on them and started to fine the homeowners. Sadley, they didn’t stop at toilets. They also used old bathtubs and sinks…
Oh I LOVE it!! Too funny Eileen.
Going off what Kristine said… that is actually what I thought it was on the lawn for, to make a planter. haha
Glad its back inside, for now.
Colored toilets are right up my alley, actually. I especially like the maple leaf stuck on yours.
I questioned The Hubster as to why the powder blue, 70’s-era toilet needed to be taken outside and he gave me some cockamamie story about it needing to be drained and scrubbed more fully than he could do inside. Really, I think he was hoping it would break and we’d be forced to replace it.
Unfortunately, it *did* survive and is back in place.
Right now, my guys are finishing up the other nasty, horrible, no-good plumbing job and (knock wood) doing very well so far. There has only been one scream of pain, and that came from the grown man, not the boy apprentice.
Next up, electrical work!