Thursday, September 13, 2007

He Told Me So

I post enough stories about silly things that other people do on this blog, I guess what goes around really does come around.

Brad and I were cleaning up the kitchen the other night and we came to a big bowl of spaghetti noodles from a few days before. You see, I have not quite adjusted yet to how much food is necessary to feed us all and so sometimes we have a lot left over. I'd rather it be that way than send the kids away still hungry.

Anyway, Brad was putting the noodles down the garbage disposal (or dispose-all if you ask him) about three or four at a time and I was growing impatient. I said, "You know this thing works really well," and began to shove the noodles down the drain.

I guess I don't have to tell you what happened next, but I will anyway. The sink became a raging torrent of gummy liquid. Nothing would drain. We proceeded to pour anything we thought might help in there: ice, vinegar, coke, nothing was off limits.

Of course this only added to the height of the liquid in the sink and fueled the fury with which it swirled. At one point the disposal actually threw up at Brad.

In an attempt to lessen the volume of gelatinous mess, we were scooping it out of the sink with large bowls and dumping them outside. Brad was carrying a very large, heavy bowl full of water when he sneezed and...well you get the picture. It wasn't pretty.

Fortunately he was able to see the humor in the situation and we were both laughing uncontrollably. And, my man fixed the sink the next morning. Yep, six months ago I would have had to call a plumber but no longer.

Through the whole ordeal I could see the I told you so in his eyes, but he never said it. So let me concede. Brad, you were right. Next time I'll just throw the noodles in the trash.



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