I am sick. Some sort of stomach bug. I've had it since I woke up Sunday morning. It's Tuesday night now, and I can hear my stomach rumbling loudly. But I thought I'd share my experience of Sunday morning.
So my stomach is giving me problems off the bat Sunday morning. I'm in the bathroom multiple times. But I have to go to church, because I've agreed to get there early and drive the youth on the church bus to a church member's house where they will have breakfast and a devotional. So begrudingly, and tempting my el bano fate, I go.
I get the bus load of youth, and take them to the people's house. I wasn't feeling well, but I decided to brave it and eat a biscuit and have orange juice. I knew soon, where I would be visiting. So I go to visit the little bathroom, out of the way of the ongoing youth party, my stomach party persisting. Thank goodness for bathrooms. This was a ranch house out in the country. You never know how the plumbing will be. I hate the thought of toilet paper stopping up somebody's toilet...especially during a social event. So I flushed the toilet out of curiosity just to check the power. It was acceptable. So I went about my business.
And then...a knock on the bathroom door.
"Yep." I answer back.
The house owner: "...I think Chip turned off the water to that toilet!"
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Wanna get away?
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I had to pull out my McGiver skills and take the liner out of the trashcan, and use the sink water to fill us the toilet tank.
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