But, chivalrous fella that he is, Daniel manfully strode forth and dealt with it himself, on purpose to spare me from having to touch the icky, corroded, sitting in the water for who-knows-how-long bits.
I did stop and buy a new handle mechanism in case I couldn't fix it when I got home. I wasn't going to let her have to put her hand in every single time she needed to flush...And me either, for that matter.
I wonder if several packet of Denture cleaner would clean up the innards of a toilet tank?
Quick note to say, had a late jump off, but made it to Tempe, AZ and spent night @ friends place. Onto Texas.
Continued safe travel ~ma, Omnis.
So much ~ma for Lucy and brenda! Also ~ma for T.
Oh fuck y'all. Am still waiting for the surgeon but the last time we were here was when Lucy was hit by a car a week after my mom died and as soon as we walked in I just started crying. Gah. Need to get it together. Fuck fuck fuck.
{{{brenda}}}
Deep breaths, babe. And lots of ~ma for you and Lucy.
{{brenda}} Calm~ma for you and surgery~ma for Lucy.
(((Brenda))) and all the surgery-ma in the world for the girl.
Readjustment-ma to Toto, too.
And teacher-ma for T
Barb, um. Heh. Yeah, I think you could pull off the orange jumpsuit, not so sure about jailhouse ink. Better you stay out of prison, whatever it takes.
Go Laura, with the mad workout ethic! Yeah, cooler makes it all easier.
BT, the mere effort involved in assembling all that music is in itself a tribute. Plus, some nice music in there.
Daniel, you are fearless and gallant (a mountain of talent!), though perhaps not Sir Robin the Brave. Facing down a belligerent toilet is its own tribute to love.
And in the world of Bev, is there an approved IV setup for caffeine? Someone please tell me that's a yes.
