All I Wanted for Christmas

was new toilets, but it turns out its more of an Easter thing. One or another of our toilets was clogged at least once a day. All the usual problems with that kind of thing, added to a bunch of leaks, left us with no choice but to call a plumber. Bret Noordoff diagnosed our problem right away. The toilets were of a notorious design, by which he could and did date our home's construction. After living with disfunction all this time, we decided to replace them. I haven't had to plunge a toilet since. I never thought I'd dance the happy dance over bathroom fixtures. Welcome to adulthood at last.