It’s Like Finding A Leprechaun In Your Closet

I’ve spent the last few days unpacking.

And unpacking.

If you—like us—subscribe to the Trash Bag Method of Moving, that is, everything goes in a trash bag, then unpacking is a bitch.

Because all trash bags look alike. Especially when they are not labeled.

But you don’t care, do you? You are asking, “Why is there a big old glass bottle photo in your post today, Dot?”

Well, let me tell you a story.

I was convinced the toilet bowl needed replacing. It was flushing slow, it was flushing UP. We did the Drano, the Toilet Snake (don’t ask), the “Let’s Go Somewhere Else To Do Number 2″ routine.

Then Jay lifted the tank cover.

GUESS WTF WE FOUND IN THE TANK?

Some well-meaning water-saving GENIUS placed this BIG ASS bottle of WATER in the tank to save water, a method Jay is convinced was implemented in the 80s.

“And no one dared to lift the cover to check even though their crap wasn’t flushing down!” said Jay, who promptly put it where it belonged.