What a glorious thing it is, the plunger. What a not so glorious thing it is to remember that you don’t have one. To make it even worse, this latest realization came just moments after the deciding vote to head to bed had been made.

“What? We don’t have a plunger?”, asked Lori.

“No. I never needed one before. I’m a man dang it. Hold on, let me go flush it a few more times.” (more…)