The plunger remains the hot toy in this household. It has, of course,
been a gun and a sword (what hasn't?). Ben turned it into a horse by
sticking the plungy end into a metal bucket for a "head." Lily used it
as a magic wand (bippity boppity e coli!) . They argue over who gets it next. All this for only $1.99!
For those of you who are cringing, I'm reasonably certain that the
plunger has never been used for...plunging. I bought it for the
upstairs bathroom when we moved into this fancy pants two-bath house.
Captain Toilet Paper conducts his business downstairs, so I can't
recall a clog in the upstairs toilet (for whatever reason, I'm suddenly
reminded of when I first moved to Delaware as a kid and was confused to
find that people called the toilet a "hopper." Do they do that
anywhere else?). I'm sure it's clean enough to drink out of.
Once upon a time, a blog was started at AOL Journals. The scales fell from the eyes of The Creator and it was moved to Wordpress. Then Journals tanked and all old posts were moved here for safekeeping.
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