Just call him the plumber
A week ago, I was picking up the downstairs bathroom and dropped a spoon (with nutella on it--who is eating nutella in the bathroom?) into the toilet as it was flushing. I was hopeful that the spoon would go on through the system, but no, it couldn't make it's way through the commode. Thanks to Joanna's sister Liseanne, Darren was able to take out the toilet and with Scott and April's snake we retrieved the missing spoon. 
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I'll be bringing my own spoons to your house from here on out. :)
I don't know who I'm more impressed with...Darren, or Joanna's sister?!?! Seriously...that girl is a star! I don't think I'll show that to my husband or he might start to think funny things about what wives should do around the house! Wait, who am I kidding? HE wouldn't even do that!
I love Amy's comment. So was it Noah that accidentally dropped the spoon? I know he loves Nutella
That happened in our old house, but it wasn't a spoon. It was one of those bleach circles that keep your toilet clean. It takes months for those to dissolve and we couldn't wait that long to unclog the toilet.
Oh, the plastic toilet paper holder also will not pass through. FYI
isn't Liseanne SO smart!! I kept meaning to ask you how this all turned out.
I am SOO glad that my blog helped you out! Believe me...if you only have to do this once, consider it a blessing. I have done it five different times! NOT FUN!!
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