Be very careful what you wish for
This morning, I went into the downstairs bathroom. I noticed that the floor was pretty dirty, and made a mental note to scrub it tonight. I left the room, and as things go lately, promptly forgot about it.
Fast forward six hours. Emma had a dirty dipe, so I took it, shook it out, and flushed. All appeared normal. I put the dipe in the pail, and went to wash dishes. About two minutes into the dishes, I heard water. Man,it's really raining outside. I looked up, through the window, and saw that it had stopped raining. Someone must have gone into the bathroom and washed up, and left the faucet running. I went to check, and was slapped in the ankles with a flood. As I sloshed through, I saw the water pouring out of the top of the toilet. I had no idea a toilet held that much water - it ran past my laundry room, ankle deep, and it was still coming. Quickly, I turned off the emergency valve - thank God I knew where that was! It took eight beach towels, the bath mat, and the Hoover scrub/vac to get it cleaned up. The repair, I left for the hubster. I've done enough for one day.