. . . that gets thrown in the toilet, goes into the laundry.
All I can say is, thank G-d we live in Israel. Here, the flusher is on the top of the toilet (the flat part, where you can put things), and not on the side. I can’t imagine what I would do if Shlomo could reach the flusher, especially since our toilet lock broke, and we can’t seem to find a place to buy a new one (the store that had them, no longer does).
Oh, and one more thing: This little ducky that got thrown in the toilet is the one who gave this blog its name. Well, it and its newer, larger friend. We have a couple other stuffed snuggle toys, too, but the two ducks are the favorites.
Which, of course, is why one of them was thrown in the toilet. And obviously:
1) It has to be thrown in the toilet right after it had a bath in the washing machine this morning.
2) Its washing-machine bath happened because it got soaked when it was thrown into my shower. It needed a bath anyway, and needed to dry from being in the shower with me, so I decided to kill two birds with one stone.
I guess my time-saving, water-saving, electricity-saving plan didn’t work. Ducky gets two baths today. Sigh.