Barb hates the toilets we have in Florida because they are always running on
after we flush. We are always arguing about whether the toilet works better if
you hold the handle down for a long time or if you just push the handle down
for a short time. Today while Barb was out partying with her pickleball friends
when her pickleball partner phoned and wanted to bring her husband over to fix
our toilet. I ran around cleaning the house. I almost forgot to take down
Barb's bras that were hanging on the hooks in the bedroom.
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