Talkin' trash garbage...

Last night, right after dinner, I was cleaning up my mess when I heard a gurgle and a glug...which can only mean the disposal was indisposed, or clogged!

First impulse:  call Andy.  I was not born with a common sense gene (I have to repeat "lefty loosey, righty tighty," over and over when replacing the top on the tooth paste container), and Tony did not inherit one from his father.  (Remind me to tell you one day about the time he took the blades off the ceiling fan).  Poor Andy.  He had been doing 'chores' for me all day and had announced an hour before that he was going home and going to bed.

Tony and I had a short conference.  What would Dad do?  Make a mess, say bad words and unclog the darn thing.  Well, let's do it.

We changed into work clothes and donned rubber gloves.  We looked like amateur surgeons on the prowl for patients...or was it patience?

I went first.  I managed to loosey one of those thingies...Tony went next and managed to loosey another...suddenly...

Of course I got the camera!  How could I let YOU down?

Well, let's just say it was a good thing I got the bucket.

Moral of the story:  Well, there is no moral, but the disposal is disposing and Tony is not changing his business major anytime soon...

So, do you have all your shopping/baking/decorating/wrapping done?

Get out there and get it done and while you are at it, remember to smile, open doors for fellow shoppers and don't pass that guy (or woman) ringing that bell without dropping a dollar or many in the kettle.  The money will be well spent.  They do wonderful things.

Next time, remind me to tell you about the guy undressing the mannequin in Kohl's last night.

I love you all-I am SO glad you stop by!

Love,

Jan