If you don't think this exemplifies quality bonding time with your grandma, then you can't sit with us, and we can't be friends.
Last night, my grandma had me over for dinner, and I can't say no to this. Mostly because she's my Grandma, and also because she is hands down the best cook in the whole world. I thought it was going to be an intimate setting she and I. So when the table was set for five I was a bit surprised, my Uncle and an old friend of his from High School would be joining us.
And this is how my night ended. Now I am not blaming anyone, but not my Uncle, nor my Grandma, or myself had used the restroom during our four course meal, but when I got up after dessert (and just before all the other guests left) to use the restroom, I found the toilet in desperate need of a plunge.
I let the pair of guests leave, and then told my Grandma I needed a plunger, to which she replied, well Thanks for letting them leave first, you handled that very diplomatically. (<--she's just that PC).
And here you have it. Three cleaning supplies, two gals, one plunger, and a clog free toilet.
