Hello, my name is Tisha and I'm married to a plumber. This makes me "the plumber's wife". Just as any other profession when you're married to a plumber, most of the plumbing in your own home is sub-par because let's face it after he's been out fixing other people's plumbing problems who wants to bother with their own? Once upon a time when we were newly married, before he owned his own company, I called Brien's boss and had him to send a service repair plumber out to my house to fix a leak. Oh, the joy when hubby arrived to his own home for a service call! :)
Well, this morning, I had one of those "I've gotta blog about this" kind of moments, because let's face it as a working mother of three I get excited about the silliest things. My husband, the plumber...we'll call him "Brien" because, well that's his name...had been in the restroom for quite some time. After his departure of said restroom, I went in and noticed that the toilet was stopped up.
So, instead of getting angry with Brien for using 10 feet of toilet paper, I decided to write this sincere post with the added commentary to BP. If Charmin ultra soft can stop up a toilet, why aren't we trying it to plug the hole of gushing oil in the ocean?! Just a thought.