SO, I THINK I AM A HANDY LADY

So, today I decided to do a very small project, seeing as I think I am a plumber now.
1. The flange (notice I know the word for that thingie now) had a crack in it where you put in the bolt. When I tightened it a little too much, the bolt popped up, and although it was fine, and the toilet was completely secure, I decided that I needed to "fix" it.

2. Couldn't get the bolt in without taking the toilet off. OK, I will go to Lowe's and get a new wax ring and do it all over right this time. I find a metal thing to attached under the plastic flange to secure the crack. So, as long as I was re-doing it, I thought, "that's okay, I'll fix the patched work tiling I did where the toilet sits--or I thought it would sit--but, no, it looked awful and the toilet didn't cover it. OK, so I'll fix that too.

3. I think I'm so smart, I remove the toilet, remembering to shut off the water, but there's still that little bit left in the tank. No problem. Push it over in the corner so I can do my plumbing! And, replace the tile I didn't like.

4. I push the toilet a little further, and that little bit of water seeped all over the floor. Remember, I asked my handy lady cousin why it said not to seal the grout? Well, found out the hard way that the stupid grout does need to be sealed (the hell with those directions!.) I started stepping on three of four tiles and squish, squish, bubble, bubble. Water seeped under the tiles.

5. Remove half a dozen tiles--and it's easy, because now the grout looks like mud. Get hair dryer and start drying the floor--swearing all the time, but saying, "that's how I learn."

6. Later today, when all dries, I will put the tiles back down.

7. Tomorrow I will grout and put the toilet back.

8. AND I WILL SEAL THE FLIPPIN' GROUT!