I cleaned the toilet recently. I could exaggerate and tell you that I wait until I worry that my under-carriage might be vulnerable to attack from angry toilet bacteria before I clean it, but that's not true. That would be my kids' toilet upstairs. Up there, be afraid. Be very afraid. Mine, eh, it's not too bad usually.
This time, however, it needed a good scrubbing down in the man-hole. I grabbed my trusty scrubber and began giving the porcelain throne what-for when all of a sudden, in the heat of the battle... it broke. The scrubber head broke clean off and I was left with a useless stick.
To make matters worse, the scrubby part was stuck firmly in the hole. I knew because I poked it and tried to dislodge it with the useless stick, of course.
I pondered what to do for a moment and had a clear vision (it was a light bulb moment, really) of what I should do, complete with rubber gloves and pliers. I wasted no time. I did what women are widely known to do. I changed my mind and did something else instead. "Oh, the heck with it!'
I plunged my hand into the water, grabbed the toilet brush and pulled it out, which took mere seconds. I washed my hands and was not the least bit grossed out. I had already done an initial clean-n-flush, washing away any truly nasty stuff anyway, so I knew it was pretty clean.
There was no frustrating search for the pliers, which would include cursing at the junk drawer when I couldn't find them. There was no looking for rubber gloves, only to find that I have two left hands for some reason and no right hand. I felt good about the decision.
Now, understand that I am not one to waste anything. I had this lovely toilet brush container to do something with, so I decided to improvise.
I went out and cut some fresh weeds (my husband swears they are flowers, but I disagree) and made my useless toilet brush container into a lovely vase. I'm quite pleased with myself. Really! That container was too expensive to waste and too pretty, in my opinion.
I told my husband I was going to do a post about my resourcefulness and he said, "Great. Look everybody, here's our germ-infested toilet vase!" He's so supportive of my craft.
I think the Queen Anne's Lace, Cattails, and Chicory look fabulous. What do you think of my weed arrangement?