You know how it is when you tell your hubby for weeks that something's wrong, but he doesn't listen?
It was actually the perfect storm.
He has had a cold, so he couldn't smell.
And me...well, I have a schnoz that notices every little nuance of fragrance in a room.
So, when I told him several weeks ago that I was smelling something...hmmmm....shall we say....not so savory in the bathroom, he didn't really listen. (I guess I should be really concerned about his opinion of my domestic abilities...but...hmmm...not so much, lol.)
Well, now that there is water seeping out around the bottom of the toilet, he listens.
"Oh, maybe there's something wrong with the toilet."
he he he....Luckily, I have have a hubby how know how to fix stuff like that.
Also...When I left the hospital yesterday, I was still hyped up on pain meds and I forgot allllllllll about filling my pain prescription. Oh yeah, we live 60 miles from any place that's open on a Sunday.
BUT, since we know nearly EVERYONE in our community, my hubby just called the local pharmacist and she's going to meet him at the pharmacy that's 13 miles away at 11:30...Now, that's small town livin'!