The Day That Didn't Go As Planned.

Yesterday I had a good idea of what my day was

going to be like. I was going to wake up early and

take my Law test (which I did), and then Garrett

was going to take me to Sundance to look at the

changing leaves. Unfortunately, we didn't get to

go to Sundance, because I decided to break the toilet.

When I went to flush the toilet, the handle wasn't working.

I lifted up the lid on the tank(not taking it completely off)

and tried to fix the handle. All of the sudden the lid slipped

from its place and fell into the tank.....hard. It instantly broke

the bottom of the tank making a huge hole. It all happened

so fast,  I was suddenly watching the water gush out of the 

bottom of the tank. Cuss word. In split seconds I wondered

 if the water would stop, but then I realized it wouldn't, so I 

turned the water off. I stared at the mess I had just created.

I didn't know if I wanted to laugh or to cry. At that moment

I was completely frustrated, and I wanted to cry. I called

my Mom to tell her what happened, hoping she would

calm me down and tell me what to do. "I hate my life!!"

I whined into the phone. I told her what happened thinking

I would cry, but I started laughing instead. I couldn't believe

I had just broken the toilet. We laughed over it, and my Mom 

wanted me to send her a picture.

After I got off the phone with my Mom, I cleaned up the

mess and went over how I was going to tell my Aunt and

Uncle. When I heard my Aunt come home, I went downstairs

and sat at the kitchen table smiling cheesily. My aunt looked

at me, and then thinking I was smiling about my test, she asked 

me how it went. I said that it went okay, and then had a 

guilty laugh and smiled at her again. She looked at me a little 

puzzled, and then I told her.

   Me: "You know my toilet upstairs?"

   Aunt Linda: "Yes."

   Me: "You know how toilets are suppose hold water?"

   Aunt Linda: "Yeah."

   Me: "Mine doesn't do that anymore..... I broke it. I talked

      to my mom and we are going to buy you a new one."

   Aunt Linda: "You don't need to buy a new one."

   Me: "What?! Yes I do."

   Aunt Linda: "Because it's an old toilet, it probably

      was going to break soon anyway."

   Me: "No.... I BROKE it. Like, I really broke it. There 

      is a hole in the tank."

I don't remember word-for-word how the conversation

went, but it was very close to that. I told her how it

happened, and I was so grateful that she laughed at the

situation. I really made her laugh when I stated that the 

only good thing about it was that I didn't have to clean the

 toilet when I cleaned the bathroom earlier. We brainstormed

what the best way to fix the toilet was, and then called my 

cousin Spencer to see if he would install a new one. He told

us that he broke his hand, but would instruct someone else

how to fix the toilet. My Aunt then called our friend Jordan

to see if he could help us out. He said he would, and that he

had some experience installing potties. Awesome! We waited

for Garrett to come over, so we could use him for his muscles. 

He didn't know what had just happened before he came over. 

When he got to my house, I let him in and then we walked into

the kitchen. I started laughing, and then Aunt Linda and

Kayla started laughing too. They encouraged me to tell

him what had happened. So I did, and I felt so silly. He was

finding out how clumsy I can be. He laughed and then gave 

me a high five. I told him that we needed him to help us lift

up the new potty, so we all went to Home Depot. I let

Aunt Linda do the choosing- Mostly because I am indecisive, 

and also because I have no clue how to pick out a good

 toilet. We looked at the selection for a while, narrowing it 

down between a few. 

We finally picked one out, checked out, and went

home. Jordan was there when we arrived, and he was

 pretty impressed with the story. The boys went up stairs,

 took the old potty out, and then Jordan put in the new

 one.Thank goodness for handymen! It still baffles me 

that I broke a toilet. I mean... Who does that?! At least I

 got a great story out of it. People will never let me live it

 down, but I will laugh right along with them. 

So, that is how my day went yesterday. I was looking

forward to spending time with Garrett at Sundance, 

but instead the day revolved around a toilet.

How romantic. Everyone was a good sport about it, and

I eventually lightened up and tried to be a good sport 

about it too. 

Thanks to everyone who helped! You know you are

loved when people help you when you break a toilet.