Every spring, the Toilets Explode

How true.

Returned home yesterday at half past two, all quiet and K asleep. Noticed a puddle in the living room. A closer inspection revealed that it is, in fact, a shallow river, and that its origin is somewhere just beyond the closed toilet room door.
Opened door, found a sauna.
Water on the floor, water on the walls, water on the ceiling. Closer inspection revealed water on the back side of the toilet's door, not to mention water on, or rather in, several rolls of toilet paper, RIP.
One newpaper
Three rolls of toilet paper
Keren's beauty sleep

As for "Every Halloween, the trees are filled with underwear" – while having no trees around here, there's underwear galore. Everywhere. It's that kinda house.