It has now been a few weeks since our annual vacation, the one where Kathleen and I get to act like adults, and our mom's come and take care of the kids for the week. This year we went to Tennesee, down near the Smoky Mountains, for our getaway. This served a couple of purposes; first we were able to tie our trip into visits with both of Kathleen's brothers and their families, now that have moved down to Roanoke, Va and Jefferson City, Tn. Secondly, we were able to spend a bit less money than we normally do, and this was key also. We have a trip planned to disneyworld this summer, and I have no doubt that will cost us a good amount.
But first we had to take care of the moms. They had complained about our toilet downstairs, which for some time had had certain issues. We weren't sure, but it was theorized that a child had put a toy down into the toilet at some time in the past, and that it was still in the trap, floating around and occasionally getting caught up in all the human waste streaming past it. I pictured gumby, for no apparent reason, floating around in there, week after week, month after month. So the rule was, "In our house be kind and true, and go upstairs for number two."
This did not fly with either grandmother, and they made it clear, in that passive aggressive way all grandmothers seem genetically predisposed to. So we got a new toilet, brand new and shiny and brought to our door and installed by the man from Home Depot. Anything to get our vacation.
So now we are back, and the vacation was great.