Yes. That is a yellow, rubber ball wedged down there in the deepest reaches of the toilet. And yes. My very disgusted hand spent way too much time down there getting it out. And yes. A certain little boy spent some of his time scrubbing the bathroom after the drama was over.
My sweet friend (and meter-reader) Jean gave me this fridge magnet when she came by last week. I love Jean, and I love that she is paid to come to our house once a month. And I love that she always takes a little time to come in and visit, and that she always brings wonderful, thoughtful things like home school catalogues and resources. (But in case you read this, Jean, I would also be totally happy if you brought nothing but yourself!) Her daughter, Venke, is our long-suffering babysitter.
What is this thing? The brand name on the side is Gardner Denver. I was going to take this picture over to the scrap metal place to see if they would buy the iron, but figured I should try to identify it first, in case it’s actually a machine that pressure-washes muddy boys or fixes dinner or something.
We’re having fun with Flat Stanley. I bet he’s eager to get back to warm southern California though.
I found fifteen versions of this picture on my phone when I went to get the pictures off just now. Apparently one of the children liked the sound the camera makes when it clicks. I’m glad it has part of the coffee pot in the shot, since the coffee pot is very precious to me.