When we bought This D*mn House, unbeknownst to us, we inherited at least 1,000 yards of silver duct tape. The previous owners were in love with the stuff. It's like they were related to Red Green. (If you ever caught that show on PBS, you know he refers to it as "the handyman's friend.")It turned up in the oddest places.
Inside the kitchen cabinet to hold on a towel rack. Holding the cardboard in place that should have been insulation for the attic fan. Anchoring the heating duct in place in the dining room. And, my personal favorite: attaching a broken ball to the pump in the toilet tank. And that's just a few examples.
So it was with great disdain when I brought out the duct tape tonight to do a quick fix. And of all things, it was to do a temporary repair on the toilet seat. It cracked. And if you've sat on one in just such a way to get pinched ... not fun.
I have a spare seat someplace because we got an extra since the seat matches the beadboard with the same panel strip pattern in the bathroom. I just don't know where it is right now nor do I feel like dragging out tools to actually change it right now.
So, the toilet seat has the lovely added touch of duct tape. Nice redneck restroom I got there. But hey, at least the tape is white. Right?