While doing the dishes last night I discovered that a slipper and my sock are wet - this is never good news. I quick yank and grab and find - wait this is a localized watering... what is leaking? It obviously isn't the hose thing again. OMG it's the garbage disposal.
Bubba is now under the sink, he finds a crack on the OUTSIDE of the garbage disposal. He pulls his head out from underneath the sink, and says, (wait for it...) "What did you hit this thing with?"
An exact quote.
What - did I - hit - the OUTSIDE of the GARBAGE DISPOSAL - located UNDER the sink. With all sorts of cleaning crap under there - what did I hit it with? Really dorkus? I always take out my husband-based-idiot stress with a baseball bat on a defenseless garbage disposal because you know that is something I use too regularly.
Where does he come up with this stuff? Really??? If I'm going to bash something to replace it - you'd sleep with one eye open butthead. Or the washing machine it's kinda of a tie. ;-)
The rest of Thursday evening was uneventful. And the doctor told Bubba Friday morning that the swelling would go down in a few days....
Short one today.
:-)
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