What A Bunch Of Garbage!

I am an office worker. I am NOT a mechanic or a handyman. Not in any way, shape or form. The only way anything ever gets fixed around my house is when it absolutely no longer functions AND when that lack of function poses an immediate health threat.

Well, as luck would have it, last night I flipped a switch in my kitchen only to find that my garbage disposal no longer functioned. This was AFTER having dumped into it the entire unfinished remains from my cat (oops, I mean Rottweiler) Jerry's dinner bowl of Super Ultra Stinky Canned Cat Dog Glop into it.

So naturally a bolt of panic flashed through me as I immediately began contemplating the most sobering thought imaginable: "Just how badly is this going to screw up what might be my last Saturday of triple-digit bike riding heat until next May?"

It was a wonder I managed to sleep through the night.

Fortunately, today I can breathe easily. A quick trip to Sears, a purchase of a new disposal along with the optional extra professional installation package, and now all I have to do is wait for the phone call Monday to set up the appointment for the work to get done and for this whole ugly incident to be safely behind me.

And most importantly of all, I got right back home and didn't lose a minute of that precious bike riding time. And I've got the tan lines to prove it.

So I averted a potential wrecking of the weekend. Instead, the installation will get done on a weekday this week, and, as an added bonus, that will give me a handy excuse to put off updating this blog.


In the meantime it's back to scraping plates into the garbage can the old-fashioned way. A return to the primitive methods of my childhood. 


But does someone out there have a spare clothes pin I might borrow to put on my nose while handling that partially-used pet food?


Anyone?


Aw, come on....