Well, crap

We have a sneaking suspicion that there is a green, flashing toothbrush in our toilet. Despite hubby's best efforts with a plunger, coat hanger and nifty toilet snake, the toothbrush is holding on for dear life. We may be removing a toilet/buying a new one this weekend. We kind of have to get it taken care of before Sunday afternoon, since Ry is leaving for San Diego for a week. Sigh.