Hi! My wife Lisa and I have a 12 year old boy named Jackson and a 9 year old girl named Lauren. Jackson's a sweet kid who loves math and science and is already way beyond me when it comes to computers. Lauren may seem shy, but ask her about animals, especially West Highland White Terriers, and she'll talk your fluffy little ears off!
Friday night is our family "Star Trek and pizza night," and we like to go for hikes and bike rides. On weekends I play ice-hockey with other old, slow guys, and I'm eager to take the kids to a Kings or Ducks game soon! Lisa and I are also the owners of 2 self-serve frozen yogurt stores, so we like to support other small business owners!
First, let me say that I am very, very sorry to have to do another post about toilets. I know it's not the first, but I promise* it will be the last!
I'm living in a two toilet world, and neither one is good.
Our home toilet is the cheapo, late 90's Super-Water-Saver Econo-John. It doesn't so much flush as it gently and momentarily ripples, like the beautiful ripple on a calm lake when an autum leaf falls. One "flush" does not work. Two or three maybe. And I have kids, which means that a couple times a week the thing gets jammed with giant wads of toilet paper. SuperDad with the plunger to the rescue once again.
Then, at work, there's the space-age-mega-pressure ultra-flush. I don't know what kind of jet propulsion system NASA had to develop for this restroom rocket, but when it goes off (which is itself top-secret. You have no control. It flushes when IT wants to, darnit!) it sounds like you are inside the engine of a 747. And now, the gross part: You actually have to jump back away from it to avoid being splashed by the F-6 scale tornado of disgusting water that sprays out. And to avoid being sucked in! Ever wonder happens when deejays suddenly disappear? Now you know.
*not actual promise