That is a shocking title; perhaps even offensive to some.  Several years ago our toilet tank broke and needed to be replaced. I am not a plumber, but I am intelligent, resourceful and not afraid of a little work. (Can you hear the pride there? That's going to be relevant later.) Our home had a disconnected toilet the same size sitting in the basement. Why did we have a spare toilet?  No clue. It came with the house.  I explored the spare and discovered I could remove the tank

I took this photo whole on a walk with Adeline. Then I played around with Adobe Lightroom and decided to give Addie a magical power... or something.

Sometimes accidents look on purpose, we call them jazz. This is like jazz for your lookie-balls.