Yesterday, at least I think it was yesterday, I noticed water on the downstairs bathroom floor. I really hoped it was water anyway. I mopped it up and went about my day. Later I noticed the floor was wet again, this time assuming it probably was not water I mopped again, ranted about boys not having good aim, and went about my day. Last night before bed I did this same routine again. Argh, seriously! This morning when I saw the floor was wet yet again I knew we had a problem. I started feeling around to see if there was a leak but the toilet was completely dry. That said the water line leading to the toilet was not. When I checked to see if it was loose by tightening it a little it broke. Cheap plastic rubbish! I turned the water valve off and made a note to call my brother for advice or repair work.
After talking to him I realized that replacing just the water line was not an option and that the whole valve would have to go. Why they built this house with permanent things like that I do not know. I remembered doing the same thing under the kitchen sink when we first moved in. That time I broke the plastic knob on the valve. I knew I could do this.
After taking the boys to watch The Karate Kid movie (which was amazing by the way) I stopped by our local hardware store to find the parts. The associate was very helpful and gave me exactly what I needed. Although I'm not sure he actually believed I was going to be the one fixing the problem. Men of little faith. I came home, turned the water off to the house and got to work. Within 15 minutes I had the new valve and hose put in and the toilet was functioning without any leaks. Oh yes, I am that good!

I'm seriously impressed with your skills!!! I don't know what I would have done! Probably called a neighbor!?! lol Maybe I should call YOU if something like this happens!!!
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