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December 12, 2004
Flushed.
How is already Sunday night? I had a busy weekend, and next week looks to be busy, too. My sister is coming to visit this week, which has me excited, but Holy Bejesus, my house is a mess. At least one thing has been fixed this weekend: My guestroom toilet now flushes without great effort on the flusher's part.
My house was built in 1981, and as near as I can tell, the toilet guts were original. The tanks even had one of those big floatie balls still. ("Big floatie balls is the OFFICIAL plumbing term, right?) ANYWAY, so for longer than I'm willing to admit or remember, that toilet has required a variety of efforts to accomplish a successful flush: sometimes, one would have to take the top off the tank to fish the chain out, because it had fallen off of the handle. Other times, the flapper wouldn't seat itself properly. Sometimes, the toilet would run and run until the water company sent me thank you notes. Lately, I have been unable to "flush and go." I would have to hold the handle until ethe bowl had emptied. So there was work to be done, because life is too short to have to watch your own... stuff... swirl about before going away.
My previous efforts at toilet repair have not been successful. My old house had some weird non-compliant toilets, so the little fix 'em kits never worked. The replacement flappers were always too small, the angles were all wrong, and nothing ever fit properly. Pretty odd, considering they were branded "American Standard."
Anyway, if you'd been watching me today, you'd SWEAR I knew what I was doing. I did everything right: took the old nasty stuff out, put the new in, and turned the water back on. The water went into the tank, but not on my floor, and the water stopped filling the MOMENT the water hit the "Water Line" mark on the inside of the tank. I'm a plumbing GOD. And very very butch. I swear... Now that I can add "can fix a toilet" to my resume, I won't be single for long. Men love that sort of thing.
My house was built in 1981, and as near as I can tell, the toilet guts were original. The tanks even had one of those big floatie balls still. ("Big floatie balls is the OFFICIAL plumbing term, right?) ANYWAY, so for longer than I'm willing to admit or remember, that toilet has required a variety of efforts to accomplish a successful flush: sometimes, one would have to take the top off the tank to fish the chain out, because it had fallen off of the handle. Other times, the flapper wouldn't seat itself properly. Sometimes, the toilet would run and run until the water company sent me thank you notes. Lately, I have been unable to "flush and go." I would have to hold the handle until ethe bowl had emptied. So there was work to be done, because life is too short to have to watch your own... stuff... swirl about before going away.
My previous efforts at toilet repair have not been successful. My old house had some weird non-compliant toilets, so the little fix 'em kits never worked. The replacement flappers were always too small, the angles were all wrong, and nothing ever fit properly. Pretty odd, considering they were branded "American Standard."
Anyway, if you'd been watching me today, you'd SWEAR I knew what I was doing. I did everything right: took the old nasty stuff out, put the new in, and turned the water back on. The water went into the tank, but not on my floor, and the water stopped filling the MOMENT the water hit the "Water Line" mark on the inside of the tank. I'm a plumbing GOD. And very very butch. I swear... Now that I can add "can fix a toilet" to my resume, I won't be single for long. Men love that sort of thing.
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"...until the water company sent me thank you notes." BWAH!!
Posted by: Bozoette Mary on December 13, 2004 02:19 PM
But for just a few dollars more, you could have a religious experience with every flush! Trust me on this one. It was well worth the upgrade while the bathroom was being remodeled anyway! And you know I'm telling the truth since for the first 2 weeks I had the new potties in the house, I phoned you during every successful flush. It's amazing!
Posted by: Mark on December 13, 2004 10:58 PM
"big floaty balls" - LOL - you're totally going to be googled on that!
Posted by: nuala` on December 14, 2004 02:41 PM
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