Down the drain. Or... not. The toilet in our master bathroom has been running. I messed with it a little and it stopped for a while then started up again. David messed with it, it stopped for a while then got worse. So I told him to just turn off the water because I couldn't take the contastant tinkling and little whoosing sound. You've heard it, you know what I mean. He said, "Then you won't be able to use it." Yes, honey. I realize that. "So what'll you do?" Um, perhaps go downstairs and use the other one? (It's good to have two bathrooms.) So he turned it off until he could fix it the next day. We'd already replaced that mechanism in the other one... what's it called? The flusher? I don't know. So yesterday we were getting ready to run some errands. I was upstairs changing and bruching my teeth and stuff when I had to go to the bathroom. I walked into the bathroom then remembered. "Damn!" I went back to grab my shoes and head downstairs. But before I went down the stairs, I veered into the bathroom again and stood in front of the offending toilet. "Damn again!" See, I have this problem with remembering that I can't use stuff. Once when my dad was here, he broke one of the knobs off the kitchen faucet. Now I can't say for sure that he really broke it -- I'm sure it was 20 years old and rusted through. He's a dutiful dad, so we went to Lowe's and bought a new faucet. He may have bought it for us, I don't remember. I know he at least offered. Aww. Here's the other thing about my dad... He won't let me buy the cheap stuff. It doesn't have to be expensive, but it can't be crap either. You know they have that Price Pfister (or something) brand at Lowe's? Forget it. It has to be Delta or Moen or something on that level. I was looking in the Lowe's ad today and there was a wrought iron lavatory faucet on sale for $88. It's pretty. But it's some brand called Peerless and I'm pretty sure he wouldn't go for that either. So we bought the faucet and he started taking the other one apart. We took stuff out of the cabinet beneat the sink. And oh wait... where was all that water coming from? I had several vases under the sink, all of which were filled with water. Hmm. Good thing I had them there, eh? Dad discovered that the garbage disposal was all rusted through. So he started taking it apart. He said he wasn't sure how it was still even hanging on. It should've just fallen off. But thank goodness for the vases. Dad handed them to me and told me to get rid of the water. It was icky. So without a thought, I poured it down the drain. But see, all the pipes were disconnected. So where'd the icky water go? On my dad. He was not amused. Um, oops. Sorry, dad. The moral of this story is that it's easy to forget that you can't use something that you usually use a million times a day. Oh yes, and don't pour nasty water on your dad when he's helping you out.