The Midnight Plumber

What were you doing at 11:41PM last night?

My husband was investigating why our toilet wouldn't flush.

The "real" plumber finally made it to our house around 9:30PM and had been unable to solve the problem. He said we would have to crack the toilet open if we wanted to discover the "foreign object" that was stuck inside...and then go buy a new one.

Have I mentioned before that my husband can fix ANYTHING? Well, he can. Refusing to admit defeat - he took the entire toilet apart after the plumber left. At 11:41PM! When I say apart - I mean APART! Nuts, bolts, screws, pipes...the whole shebang. He was picking the thing up and shaking it - trying to dislodge whatever was stuck!

And he did.

This is what was keeping our toilet from working.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! It's huge! How did it even get flushed down? I don't want to know. I DO know who put it in there in the first place. Without a doubt. One little mischievous Munchie - that's who! He puts everything in the toilet. We've lost a Wii controller, golf ball, matchbox car, and many a coin to the hungry toilet all via Wyatt's eager, little fists. The good thing is - he usually comes and tells me "Uh Oh! Pee Pee" and then takes my hand and drags me to the toilet.

I guess there is an exception to every rule, right?

So today I baked Chocolate Chip Cookies as a thank you for my hard working, tireless, Midnight Plumber.

And as they were cooling, I went to the garage to rotate the laundry.

While I was gone, the dog ate almost half of them right of the rack!

HA, HA! Where are the cameras? I'm being Punk'd, right?!