More potty-mouth.

A few of you wrote to say you were impatient to see more toilet pictures. Or, maybe that was one of you who wrote several times. No matter. We aim to please, insert joke here.

Annie got the riser off to see what lurked beneath. We had to decide at which level to stop, and the riser lost that decision.



I got giggly because, when I looked at the huge version of this, Photobucket gave me the option to BUY PRINTS. Frame it with a toilet seat and we're talking avant garde.

You probably feel squeamish looking at this; I did. But, there wasn't really anything visibly gross here. I looked at the real thing without glasses and thought it must be something horrible, but I was only seeing the butterflies on the paper towel. That's all you're seeing, too. Butterflies. It's only butterflies. You're feeling drowsy.

Hacksaw Annie was here:


I can see that I left out a photographic step, and some of you will worry about the gap. In-between these two photos came a trip to Lowe's to buy a 3" PVC cap, some primer and cement, and a piece of plywood. Annie prepped the pieces, cemented them and they are bonded together now. The tank's vent is still intact and unsealed; it goes up to the right of the door, where you can't see it.

Annie also trimmed the plywood to allow for the inlet and the cut corners. Bruno-Annie suggested that we not cut the inlet off below the floor level, because it could leak where we sealed it.



We may get the Big Duck back tomorrow. We're going to have the truck looked over at the same place in preparation to sell it.