first catastrophe

Hello there, from homownershipland.

Well, today, as we hosted our sister and soon to be brother-in-law, we noticed leaking from below the lovely, smelly kitchen sink.

Low and behold, further inspection (and rapid chunking of all soggy items stored under the sink) revealed a HOLE in the garbaged disposal. Not a connection leak, not a burst seal or valve leak, but a HOLE in the garbage disposal. Ew. Can't say we were too surprised though. I'm pretty sure the owners manual was from the Kennedy administration. Really. I'd take a picture and post it, if the asshole movers we'd hired hadn't stolen our digital camera. Tricky bastards, those movers.

So, then today became all about man vs. machine. Husband vs. icky old house plumbing. Many trips to the dreaded Home Depot and about six hours later, man triumphed! New garbage disposal in, dastardly old garbage disposal headed for the garbage heap, hurrah! and the people rejoiced!

Husband will tell you, it was all at the cost of male bonding, two-player Madden NFL time, but well worth it, I say. That, plus he can brag to his testosterone pals at work how he armwrestled it to the ground, and won. For sheer bragging rights, an impressive feat, to be sure.