Somewhere in a post long long ago, I mentioned the toilet.
This is the toiled a child clogged back before they were potty trained. This child is now a teenager.
Those many years ago, the child clogged two toilets. I fixed one, but was adamant that the spouse had to fix the other one.
It had become a symbol of my frustration. How, I asked, could a toilet go unreplaced or unrepaired for weeks, months, years?
Well, as of last night the symbol is gone. It flushes, it doesn't leak, it is clean. And spouse did it himself.