A Tale of Two Toilets

We have a new toilet in our house. We didn't mean to, but now that we do we're quite pleased with it. How can you tell we're home owners...I mean who honestly gets excited about a new toilet? We do. Why you ask?

Well, the new toilet:

1. is low flush capacity and uses less than half the water of our old one. With all of Jack's extra flushing, (whenever he walks near the bathroom really), this is bound to save us oodles of money in the long run.
2. has a wider base, thus eliminating the need to repair the floor underneath that was warped due to water damage. The new toilet bridges right over the sloped part of the floor onto nice level floor. yay!
3. has a shorter base, giving us more room as we kneel to bath children.
4. Doesn't leak!!!

In reality the old toilet itself didn't leak, just the wax seal underneath. So last Friday Darrel replaced that. We took the old toilet outside, pressure washed it and everything, and then brought it back in all shiny and new. Darrel re-assembled everything and voila, no leaks out the bottom. But he noticed it leaking between the tank and the bowl, so he tightened it a bit and that's when I heard the cry of dismay. Doh! The bowl cracked. So off we went and bought the new toilet.

And so why is this a tale of two toilets. Well, the old toilet is sitting in the flower bed in the back yard with a planter in it. Nothing like dressing your house down to the trailer park level. (well actually much lower). I'm semi embarrassed but also semi amused. Darrel did it as a joke and promises me that the toilet will be disposed of on garbage day, or rather several garbage days as we'll have to break it up in order for them to take it.

Thanks honey for all of your hard work honey, you are so handy!