I think its official - I'm an old lady now without hope of a glimmer of my younger self returning. These boxes of porcelain are so much more exciting than a pair of shoes or a night out partying. Granted, I was never one to buy designer shoes or party too late on a school night but still...I used to think of myself as having a tiny fun streak. That illusion is now over. And I could care less.
A little army of toilets sits before me at the ready for my disposal needs. (well, not in the living room but soon enough in their rightful spots) Woo-hoo.
As you may recall from an earlier post, the battle over standard vs. comfort height as well as round vs. elongated bowls has raged on. Evidently happy is the husband with a "comfort" height, elongated toilet. Who knew? So we've broken out the house in territories of comfort vs. standard. The cellar, also known as man's domain, is getting a comfort height, elongated bowl. Our parlor bathroom is getting a comfort height, round bowl. And the two bathrooms upstairs (master and guest) are getting standard height, round bowls.
At this point, I think both of us would be overjoyed to have any kind of working toilets in place. More to come on that subject. Until then, thank you Santa.