Pegleg Starfish

Since moving from the comfortable childhood homes in Michigan to the cold, harsh, apartments of Houston; we’ve come into a few luxuries that can’t be found in our cozy Michigan homes.  One of these luxuries that our Mommas aren’t so lucky to have in their house is a garbage disposal.  I didn’t even really know what a garbage disposal was all about until we moved into our apartments.  I thought that they were much more cumbersome then they really are.  I also didn’t think that I would ever find a use for it. 

Well, the truth is…we don’t really use the garbage disposal that much.  Once in a while I will use it to…well…I don’t really know. 

Last week I actually wanted to use the garbage disposal and it made this weird noise.  I knew something was up.  So I reached my hand in there (Yes, I made double sure that it was OFF) and felt around for something that had gotten stuck in there.  First of all, it’s kinda scary to stick your hand in a GD.  You never know when something could come flying through the air that could flip the switch and grind your hand to a bloody stump before you could say “Turn it Off!!!!”  Second of all, the GD has a tendency to smell funky.  And last but not least, it was all slimy and gross in there. 

But I didn’t fell anything stuck in there.

T called our apartment people the next day and they sent a maintenance man over while we were at work.  I came home to find this on our counter top.

At first I didn’t see the paper so I picked up the quarter and examined it.  I noticed that it was all scratchy and rusted.  So that’s what was jammed in the GD.

I just like how our lovely maintenance man wrote “G/D unclogged.”  Very simple and to the point.  It made me smile.

I’ll just have to remember that next time I throw money down the drain to not throw it in the garbage disposal. 

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Double Post:  Jackpot!!

We just had this little incident happen:

T says  “OMG what is that on the floor”

I look over and see a big grey ball of something.

“EEEKKkkkk…what the heck is it”  “Is it a hairball, oh my god.”  “Did Hurley just hack that up or did the cat”

T, being the brave man that he is says, “Sick, I am NOT touching that.”

So he gets a paper towel. 

“It’s litter!  It’s a clump of urine.”

I say,  “Oh my god Hurley is the most disgusting dog in the world.”  “How the heck did he carry it from the litter box to the living room without it crumbling all over.”

T states, “It’s clumping litter, duh.”

I know that’s gross, but I have no idea what to do about H getting into the litter box.  I do not want this to happen again.  Ever!