Our office toilet has been broken for two days now and our plumber has, for some odd reason, decided to succumb to property management bureaucracy. This is what we have:


And this is what we want: 

So we added "Go find us this potty" to Zach's errand list for the day. His search for a new fancy Japanese button potty was a failure. So he bought donuts instead.

No toilet, more donuts? The universal placater. 

Unfortunately, the plumber also shut off our water before he went on his plumbing-heirarchy sojourn. So now we get the honor and the pleasure of this hot donut mess for the rest of the day. 

(Also, I think this is an appropriate time to showcase the magic-mirror in our office's bathroom. Because. You know: