You see? This is exactly why I'm always hesitant to leave John unsupervised for any length of time! It was bad enough that I needed a notebook full of instructions in order to turn on our TV or listen to music, but now I need one just to go to the frickin' toilet? Sheesh!
You see those instructions under the lid? If you click the photo to enlarge it, you will find that it's a warning, reminding you that this is an electrical device, and you need to be careful not to get it wet! So, what happens next time the toilet overflows?
Of course, I have no one to blame but myself. After all, I knew he was an engineer when I married him.
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Awesome!
Chris, did you click on the link to the original "You Knew He Was An Engineer" story? It happens to be about your parents!
Oh wow, that story must have gone up before I started subscribing. At your request, I read both chapters of your story. Mom STILL tells that story, dad grinning all along.
At the risk of being self-damning, I have a similar story to share. In 2005 I was moved from North Haven, CT to Columbia, TN. It was a company move, and along with the company move came certain perks. Household goods move, apartment hunting trips, all that jazz. When the issue of relocating the person (ie - me) came up, there were two options.
1) Put your car on the moving truck, you'll get it when the rest of your stuff gets there, and in the mean time the company will pay for a car rental. Fly down to Tennessee and be there TODAY. Or...
2) There are presumably roads between points A and B. Drive it!
Option 2 offered me a unique opportunity. At this moment I should confess that driving that route is not exactly difficult. From Connecticut to the middle of Tennessee there are exactly 17 steps one must take to successfully navigate the route. Follow those simple directions and boom. You're a third of the way across the country. Neat!
But why print out maps for free when you could buy a GPS! A few weeks before my trip, I spent some of my relocation bonus to order a Garmin online. I wanted time to play with it before my grand trek, and without much fanfare or trouble it dutifully guided me to and from work. On the day of my departure, I loaded up the destinations (including an overnight stay in Blacksburg, VA), and went on my way.
I pulled in to Columbia, triumphant in my quest. The GPS had performed admirably. I was $500 poorer, but this toy was totally worth it. As it turns out, driving was the right thing to do. The moving company botched my move in at least three dozen ways, and I ended up living in a hotel for a month and a half before they got my stuff down to Tennessee. At least I had my car.
And the GPS.
I still have that GPS. She's getting a little old, though. Hmmm...
Ummmm, is this 'device' (torture mechanism?) some sort of retrofit to make a bidet? I would be soooo leery of a power strip snaking away from the commode! You've just proved yourself the most adaptable spouse imaginable! {heartfelt applause} !!!
P.S. I learn something new from you almost every day---that's a heck of record HCH.
ME - yes, I am leery of the cords too! I'll let you know what all this gizmo is supposed to do, just as soon as I get around to reading the instruction manual, which has been added to the pile with those 25 or 30 other instruction manuals that I haven't got around to reading yet. Poor John! I think his eyes actually tear up, each time he passes that pile.
This is a self warming, hiney washing, tush drying, self closing, vibrating toilet seat with a remote control and two flush options.
A bidet!?!?!?! How cool! Maybe he can attach the power strip to the wall behind the commode so it's up off the floor.
Good idea Jules!
A bidet, how wonderful! Love them.
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