I think a lot of stories I tell start with the phrase: “So… I’m sitting on the toilet.”

Which I was at the time this story began.

The windows in the house are open. Those two aren’t related. It’s a really nice day out for a change. Almost 70 degrees. That’s why the windows are open.

The Husbear is outside working on one of the walls in the yard. I can hear the *clink* of the pickaxe hitting the ground in a somewhat steady rhythm.

I hear a *clink*, a pause, then swearing. At the same time the toilet starts making a gurgling sound.

Damn. My brain immediately knows what just happened: the Husbear hit the waterline to the house.

I quickly finish in the bathroom and rush outside.

To find this scene…

The Husbear went and turned the well off. And I went back inside to shut the incoming water lines off in the house. I knew we added those for a reason.

After the water drained away, this is what the Husbear cracked:

Of course we didn’t have any PVC coupling at the house for that size pipe, so off to Lowe’s I went. For the second time today.

After we got the section of pipe replaced, we had to let it sit for about an hour before we could turn the water back on and repressurize the system. So we stretched out in the hammock together and enjoyed the afternoon sun.

We turned the water back on, and all appeared to be well.

Until we went to flush the toilet later.

Apparently when I was finishing up my business in the bathroom and flushed, the waterline sucked in dirt and gravel and clogged the ballcock on the toilet. *sigh*

So off to pick up a replacement at the store. Which we did. After we went out on a dinner date. With each other. Because we don’t do that very often.

Now the toilet fills and flushes again. Apparently with great force. As the Husbear managed to overflow the toilet on the first flush. Massively. *sigh*

The house smells of bleach now. Massive amounts of bleach.

And that’s how we spent Easter.