Britton and I spent many a long hour Saturday evening trying to unclog the guest toilet.
Gross.
This is the bathroom guests use when they come to the house.
We had some 50 kids heading to the house Sunday evening for a Fireside.
Try as we may, we could not fix the problem.
In my panic, I call my Uncle Delbert to help.
Uncle Delbert fixes everything.
If he can't fix it, no one can.
7:00 AM Sunday morning...
Uncle Delbert shows up.
(Bless his heart.)
Tools in hand.
Try as he may, he just can't fix the problem.
Baffled.
He decides to take the whole toilet up and see if can figure it out.
Low and behold... the problem.
Preston's handy work.
Seriously.
The golden plunger goes to Uncle Delbert.
I owe big time.
4 comments:
I love it! (only because I live it too!) Preston, you turkey. We love Grandpa dearly. His handiwork can be seen all around our house.
Hilarious!! Uncle Delbert...what a gem!!
What a great uncle! And a stinker of a boy! ;)
Just leave it to Uncle Delbert!!!!!! He is truly the best--and we all don't know what we would do without him!!!
We LOVE you, Uncle Delbert.......
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