I love going to the hardware store. The smell of all the plastic and metal and grease delights my nose and reminds me of my days as a young girl when my dad used to take me up to Mark Enderlein's hardware store on East Lake Street in Minneapolis whenever he needed a little piece for a little fix-it project. There was always crazy stuff there, whether it was getting a few feet of rope to use as a jump rope, or checking out all the different colors and sizes that chains came in and wondering what people did with all of those things. Oh yeah, and tools and stuff.
Juggles and I went to the hardware store the other day. We got a drain snake and some rubber washer-things for our hose pipe outside to keep it from dripping. Then we passed the plungers. Silly, yes, but I saw this little tiny plunger and just HAD to have it. J thought I was being silly, but I managed to convince him that we should buy it, just in case. It took a few minutes of debate over said $2.50 item, but, I mean, how can you not take that tiny rubber plunger home with you? It's no bigger than our small cat!
So we took it home. And, let me tell you, the baby plunger is adapting well to our place. He's already unclogged both the bathtub AND cleared the bathroom sink (which hasn't drained well the entire time we'ved lived here).
Little plungey has earned his keep. We've given him a home in our bathroom where he does his finest work.
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