Tonight, our toilet is sitting in Audrey and Olivia's bedroom. My Wonderful (with a capital W) dad came over to help us patch the wall behind the toilet, which was falling apart from all the water and steam that collects back there when somebody showers. He put in some kind of waterproof wall board that can take all the moisture. Anyhow, in typical home repair fashion, he also discovered the source of the leak in our DOWNSTAIRS bathroom ceiling, which has been a mystery to us for some time. Turns out the floor slopes down around the toilet hole, so whenever the floor gets wet, which is frequently at our house, the water puddles under the toilet and around the hole and leaks through the floor. So we need a new bathroom floor. But at least we don't have to tear everything else apart looking for the leak.
Will is telling me that I use "and" too much in my writing. He is probably right. Good thing I'm not getting paid for this. I should make him my honorary editor.
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