It started out as an average day. The hub had just returned home after being gone on a long trip and we were glad to see him. My daughter and I were proud of all the work we had completed on the house while he was away.
He was impressed in that "road weary" sorta way.
One of my main projects during his absence was sprucing up the master bath. We're not ready to do the complete reno yet, so I decided to attempt some cosmetic updates. One of my projects was to replace the "soft, cushy" toilet seat with a real seat. My hub already had some concerns about the "space saving" aspects of the toilet, so I was trying to give it more appeal.
I was proud of the result. He decided to give it a try. The next thing I know here come the tired hub who is looking at me and saying "I didn't mean to do it".
Now, since I was without a clue what he was referring to, I just jumped to all the natural conclusions...After numerous guesses he said "I broke the seat". Now, I had no real reference to these kinds of events and since my loving hub is a big kidder I thought that was where this was going...
But as you can see here's the evidence. Poor guy, I can't imagine what a start that must have given him when it cracked and broke. The only "play by play" that I could get from him was that there was some sort of shift and then it went. I imagined it was a "slip and scoot" sorta event.
Welcome home honey, my next project will be less dangerous for you... I promise!
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