I've always been told NOT to put potato peels down the disposal and i've always listened...
Until Now!
I wasn't thinking and I put them right down, then all of a sudden both sides of my sink were backed up with dirty water and I was saying "uh-oh" outloud. Jonathan's ears perked up
and the journey began...
Jonathan came in and started grumbling to me about peels down the disposal and stuff that i'd heard thousands of times so I just nodded, feeling like a scolded school girl.
He grabbed the plunger (yuck) and started doing what plunger's do, but it wasn't working.
I had the brilliant thought that maybe the clog was in the twisty part of the pipes and we started to prepare all that we needed to do the job.
I was ready and my head was where it should've been, in another room, but Jonathan must not have been paying attention. (tisk, tisk) We can't always be perfect.
Suddenly I hear screaming, yes, screaming and I run in the kitchen to see my darling husband being blasted by a gush of dirty, potato peel, plunger water.
He had forgotten the bucket I prepared for him.
In all honesty, so he doesn't look like a goober, he accidentally knocked into the pipe after unscrewing it a tiny bit and PoOf!
FLOOD
We grabbed all the towels we could, that aren't our nice ones of course, and started sopping up all the H2O.
Here he is just after the gush of water. I made him stay 'til I got the camera.What else would I do?
These are the memories I live for. We laughed about it, thank goodness, and now our floor has been sanitized a few dozen times. (Just in case)
