Paul said there was probably one flush left and that he'd let me have that flush so I wouldn't have to use the basement bathroom in the middle of the night when I would inevitably wake up to pee. (I was scared if I got up and walked all the way to the basement that I wouldn't be able to fall back asleep.)
Well, of course when I went to the bathroom in the wee hours of the morning (get it, wee!!??) the toilet wouldn't flush.
THAT JUST GROSSES ME OUT SO BAD!!!! All I did was pee, but I just could not relax and almost couldn't fall back asleep knowing there was an un-flushed toilet in the house.
The next morning, I felt very uncomfortable putting my make up on in the bathroom. Just knowing what was in the toilet gave me the heebeejeebees!
Luckily, Paul asked my dad, aka MacGyver, to come over and fix it.
I wanted the toilet flushed before my dad got there, so I Googled how to do it (I knew there was a way to do it by dumping water into it!) and let Paul know that it could be done.
This is a picture of our texts.
I do not know how to take screen shots!!!
It takes a gallon of water. Damn. I use so many gallons of water every day just going to the bathroom. It's crazy.
In case you wondered what was wrong with the toilet, it was the fill valve. We also needed a new flapper. Don't ask me what the heck those things do...
Well, our toilet flushes and all is right on Cumberland Road again. Thanks, Daddio!