An Ode to the Commode

I realize that an ode is a song, and I have not written a song. So, I apologize for the misleading title.

If you have been to our little house, you've witnessed the 70's-chic bathrooms that we have. The hallway bathroom is very yellow. Bathtub, counter, toilet, all covered in mustard. The master bathroom is yellow/green/brown/orange and...beautiful...? Such are the joys of a rental house! They function (now!) and do what they need to do, but don't quite compliment the pretty blue and brown towels that we registered for and were graciously given as wedding gifts.

The hallway bathroom's toilet hasn't worked correctly since we moved in. Odds are good that it was the original toilet installed when the house was built. It was a very temperamental toilet and seemed to have a mind of its own - "What? A piece of toilet paper? Let's overflow." Seriously. Every flush was a risk. It didn't just overflow a little, either.

It was also mustard yellow with a wooden lid/seat. Pretty.

But! It completely bit the dust a couple days ago. Jared tried everything he could, but just couldn't make it work right. We called the realty company, they called the landlord, the landlord called the plumber, and said they would come Monday. I was sitting on the couch busying myself on Pinterest and a couple of guys walked up on the back deck. My mind flashed to the P90x cardio workout where you punch and block and kick (I could easily defend myself against any weak person) but I didn't need to punch anybody. Hello, plumbers!

I was standing at the sink doing dishes and watching the front yard. Jared was sitting in the living room and said, "Well, there goes the toilet." Um, what? I looked back out the window, and there was our mustard toilet. Laying down in the grass. It looked sad, and it had met its demise.

I was glad that they took the toilet with them. I wasn't excited about a new lawn decoration.

To spare you the gory details...we got a new toilet! And guess what?

It's white!

I was afraid when they were working and relocated that basket that sits right above the toilet safely to our bedroom. I said, "Let me get this out of your way!" but really meant, "I don't want all of my perfume/hairspray/trusty blue hairbrush/Mary Kay" in the toilet. You know how it goes.

Welcome to the 21st century, hallway bathroom!