toilet talk

When we were kids, we were told that "toilet talk" was not allowed, but today, I'm devoting an entire post to it, because yesterday, one of the funniest things ever happened.  Alright, it may not have been the funniest thing EVER, but it was quite hilarious.  You see, we've now gone ahead and replaced the flooring in all three of our bathrooms, which means we had to remove the toilet each time.

Before we removed the toilet the first time, we were super cautious, read a bunch of tutorials, and took our sweet time, because, well, we didn't want a mega mess on our hands.  Everything went swimmingly, and when it came time to reinstall the toilet, let's just say Noel was overly cautious.  After it was installed, we flushed it, crossed our fingers, and said a silent prayer we wouldn't see water leaking out from below.  Everything went as planned, the toilet flushed, there were no leaks, all was good in our world.  Well, all was good in my world, Noel on the other hand flushed the toilet obsessively and refused to use it for a solid 3 days.  I really don't know what's so magical about 3 days, but apparently that does the trick for him.

When it came time to do the second toilet, I had no worries in the world.  We were able to replace the first toilet without any problems, so I had the utmost confidence in us.  Again, all went as planned, it flushed, no leaks, Noel flushed it 300 times and refused to use it for 3 days. 

So yesterday, when it came time to reinstall our last and final toilet, I said just slap it on there - we were pros.  Still, Noel was ever so cautious, being the worry wart that he is, and after checking things what felt like 50 times, he looked at me and said, alright, are you ready?  Should I turn the water back on?  I looked at him, clearly annoyed that it had taken this long to inspect everything, rolled my eyes, and gave him a sarcastic yes. 

He reached down for the valve, pulled it to turn the water on, and the water exploded everywhere, turning our bathroom into a swimming pool.  It was like someone unleashed a fire hose on our bathroom.  Turns out Mr. Cautious, despite his best efforts to make sure everything was tight, never actually reconnected the hose to the toilet.

Luckily for him, it was just the supply water to the toilet that sprayed everywhere, so it really wasn't gross water.  Because let's be real, that would have been all kinds of nasty if it was the other water.  Especially considering the fact that he (and our bathroom) was drenched.

Seeing as I didn't get wet in this process, I immediately started laughing my behind off, instantly grabbed my phone, and started snapping pics.  I believe the phrase "you better not instagram this!" came out of someone's mouth....but I never said I wouldn't blog about it :) 

After we cleaned everything up, Noel connected the hose, triple checked everything, and gave it another go.  Success!  All is well in toilet land.