Ok, so you know how my mom flushed a pumice stone and then my dad got it unstuck and then he broke the toilet tank and then my mom had to get a new one and that one was not the right size and now the bathroom door won't shut? Well, it turns out the toilet that fits is a really weird size because this building is old and so ordering one is super expensive so my mom went to the Reuse Center and bought a used one which I think sounds great, but my mom thinks is disgusting. And she spent her Saturday evening outside with a scrub bucket, rubber gloves and the hose cleaning up a gross toilet that will fit in the bathroom and I think she is being really eco-friendly and is awesome to bring some cool new smells into the house.
But the really neat thing is when she went to the Reuse Center, she found some Art Deco light fixtures for kinda cheap that she and my gramps are gonna sell on eBay because my gramps is an antiques dealer so my mom knows what she is looking at because it's kinda in her blood and they might make like a thousand dollars or something. So, breaking a toilet can be very profitable but I'm not saying everyone should go home and break their toilets, ok? This is all pretty un-exciting to me, but it's kinda the only thing going on so I thought I would blog about it. I've pretty much just been laying on the couch farting for the last week and NOT GETTING ENOUGH WALKIES!
And this is a super old picture, but I want to remind Martha how hot I am so she will start blogging more. It's censored because it's puppy season and I don't want anyone to see anything that might make them a) jealous or b) shocked.