In this story, number two is the trigger of the earthquake that shook our house. That day, she was impatient to wait for the bath so I just "doing his number two" ─ I do not know where she took this neologism "Euphemistic" public servant but I call him and since. Rule number two throughout the day reminds me how great Dr. House Number 13. It gives me the illusion of being in his league. An indescribable feeling.
Number Two, therefore, pick on the door so I gave him the spot. I was in Chapter 23 of the Millennium, when I decided to take my destiny! Eyes on the sky, or rather toward the ceiling ─ add to my list: washing the ventilation ─ I asked God to fill our shortage of toilets: "My God, do something! "
an aside for those who do not believe that God exists and can deliver custom crapper. Know that desperation, we will not close any doors. End of digression.
And, for that place an order to the universe, I added to my list an additional floor, a heated swimming pool, a dining room, a heat pump, a larger basement and a new furniture. To hell with voluntary simplicity. To me life is beautiful!
Like, I did not plant a Holy Virgin for obtained for next to my pool filter, I finally decided to organize my own.
error.
God does not respect what is done without him.
Following the inspection, the bid for the convenience of our dreams had to be terminated. Our bungalow has now been expanded and a second bathroom fitted. At double the cost and time for half the work. No swimming pool. No second floor, no heat.
Even the last two weeks, we have both feet in the shit: sewer backup. Take two. The plumbing work was poorly executed!
As my last prayer is repayable over five years, I always wash my decor vintage 70s. So when Number Three came to his "number two" in light of the candle "because there is a villain in the toilet in the basement, I was more reasonable
" My God Give me the serenity to accept the things I can not change! "
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