Some families go to church on Sunday. Some families sleep in. Other families do their own things and don't interact much.
In contrast, the Nasty family busted up toilets this Sunday morning.
Since we had redone both of our bathrooms and replaced the water-wasting toilets with more efficient ones, I had our two old toilets out by the garbage can. We had planned on busting up those crappers for months now, and today after I got done mowing the lawn, we finally got around to it.
I gathered up the sledgehammer I bought last summer, got the goggles and gloves, and the kids and I went to work as Mrs. Nasty looked on.
We brought the pain on those shitters.