Ah, Domesticity

Today Kevin and I practiced being married and domestic. We are not married, and normally not very domestic, but we live together and sometimes have glimpses of the married life. Today we dealt with a toilet overflow. This particular toilet situation was rather special however, due to the fantastic spraying action displayed. It started when we noticed earlier this evening that water was dripping from the top of the toilet and the bowl had taken up a suspicious whistling sound. We decided to take off the lid and investigate. Kevin and I both felt responsible and involved in this project, so we both leaned our heads close to the toilet so we could better see the source of the problem. Kevin thought he should give the toilet a good flush to see what triggered the issue. The moment he applied pressure to the handle, water began spurting dramatically in our faces and all over the bathroom. We both stuck our hands out in front of us to shield our eyes from toilet water, then tried to block the source of the spraying. With four hands, we finally managed to keep the water inside of the tank and away from our faces. Still, we could see that our fabulous Bed Bath and Beyond' shower curtain was drenched and the floor mat could not be saved. When we looked at each other, we were both wet, disgusted, and laughing hysterically. The bathroom was soaked from top to bottom. We were dripping ourselves, but the whole situation sucked so much that we had to keep laughing in disbelief. Once the water subsided, we discovered that the problem was a loose tube(I think it was the "refill tube"-see very helpful diagram above) that merely needed to be plugged back into place. The simplicity of the issue only added to the overall shitiness of the experience and had us laughing more. Once we had mopped up the mess and thrown the dirty towels in the washer, we decided to jump in the jacuzzi with a couple of cocktails. After all, what else can you do?