If you follow me on twitter then you probably know way more about me than you want to might remember that we had a nail stuck in our garbage disposal. We found out about said nail the night we turned on the garbage disposal and it made a horrendous noise. So we broke out our flashlight (for some reason we only own one) and peered into the sink. I don't recommend ever looking into a backed up garbage disposal unless it is absolutely necessary.
That's when we saw the nail. I felt pretty confident that if we just turned on the garbage disposal and let it run, it would eventually dislodge the nail on it's own. Jeff did not agree with that hypothesis. We tried it though, because I'm very persistent when I think I am right. We learned quickly, however, that I was very wrong. We learned this because the garbage disposal started smoking.
We tried everything to get that blasted nail out. None of our tools were long enough or skinny enough, not even my Making Memories scrapbook tweezers. After nearly two weeks of trying we realized that we were going to have to take apart the garbage disposal. That's when we discovered that every single fuse in the breaker box was labeled wrong. So then we played this fun game where I stood in the basement yelling "15!" and Jeff would go around the house flipping switches until something came on. Then he'd yell back "Refrigerator!" and I'd label the box with a glitter pen.
I'd totally recommend this game for parties. It's a great icebreaker.
It turns out that taking apart a garbage disposal is a lot easier than you would think. It also turns out that the nail was a screw, but they all look the same to me when I'm all worked up about plumbing. I learned a lot about home ownership that day. I also learned that my husband looks even hotter when he is under the sink with tools. Fixing my sink. Thanks babe.
