TheBoy and I went to Home Despot yesterday in order to pick up large staples for a “recharging station” he’s got planned. While there we wandered through appliances, bathroom things, and ended up purchasing a new toilet seat. Now, its likely that we could’ve told our apartment manager that the toilet seat we had on the toilet was in bad shape and the maintenance guy would’ve fixed it; the wood had started to absorb liquid on the underside, and the metal hinges/bolts were pretty corroded. However, we were a little worried that they wouldn’t let us have a new toilet seat, so we bought a lovely $10 toilet seat and brought it home. We ate lunch, and then at 3pm I went into the bathroom with a pair of pliers and a screwdriver. Now, our toilet is 6″ from the bathtub on one side and 8-9″ from the sink/cabinet on the other. After a few minutes it became clear that I would not be able to do the job by myself so TheBoy joined me. We spent an hour and a half removing the plastic nuts from the bolts because the plastic had rusted. It was an hour and a half of excruciating pain in my hands from having to grip the screwdriver so hard. I even ended up with blisters on my right palm. After an hour and a half of TheBoy lying on the floor, and my crouching in the tub–shoes on, pants getting wet–we had only removed one of the nuts, and had managed to get the second one halfway off. Finally I looked at TheBoy, as both of us were sweating profusely from the body heat of two people in our wee bathroom and the strain of the work we were doing. I wracked my brain for an easy way to get the second nut off. Finally it dawned on me–we have a dremel!! will the dremel cut through the plastic nut? YES! We made it through the rest of the second nut in less than 5 minutes. Then I popped the new seat on, with it plastic bolts and plastic nuts and after 2 hours of work, we have a new toilet seat. At one point in the process I was singing songs whose lyrics consisted of the words “i hate you toilet, oh yes i do” followed by a string of very colorful language describing my level of hate…