O delicate lotus flower

I had one of my more embarrassing encounters with a handyman yesterday.

First, I was still in my bathrobe at 10 am.

Second, I was cooking sausage for my down home delectable sausage dip. The house reeked of pork products.

Third, he was coming to fix my toilet for the third time.

Now, it was this last that was mortifying. I don't mean clogs or something so crass. I've broken the flushing mechanism several times in my wee half bathroom. It's a really tough flusher, so you have to press down rather firmly. I apparently am such a beast that my "firm" means snapping the bar connecting the flusher to the mechanism in half. Several times.

When I answered the door to the nice handyman, he laughed and said, "I brought a metal piece this time, Mizz Meg. We'll see what kind of damage you can do to this one!" We both laughed, but I had this image of how he must imagine me: opening cabinets but inadvertantly ripping the doors off their hinges with my manly manly death grip.

I am a breaker of plumbling. Fear my wrath.