Last night I was sitting in our living room, following doctor's orders and behaving myself - a rare thing! My husband accepted the opportunity to clean up the kitchen and do the dishes. While our standards differ, who am I to look a gift horse in the mouth?
Suddenly my Facebook game was being interrupted by a loud, rumbling sound that was not good, not good at all. To give you a little history, in our seventeen years of marriage, we have lived in six houses. Without exception, my dear husband has thought each one of our garbage disposals could perform Herculean feats. Now we've had multiple conversations about this. "You simply cannot put watermelon rinds down the disposal. It just can't handle it." Response: "well, it should be able to..."
In this case, while thoughts of previous conversations are running through my mind, I asked what he had put down the garbage disposal this time. "Pineapple core". Oh no. "That's not good." Next thing I know he is carrying the plunger through the room. "I need your good arm, your right hand specifically." O.K. I set the laptop on the floor and headed into the kitchen where I am instructed to hold down the garbage disposal cap. O.K.
I thought I was holding it down tight but, on that first plunge, I found myself on the receiving end of a high pressure bath of the watery contents of our garbage disposal. Just picture "water" dripping from my eye lashes, my nose, my ears, my chin, my hair. And I had just taken a shower! Head swivel to the right. Glare. And what do I see? My husband doing everything that was humanly possible to suppress the ripples of laughter bubbling at the surface. "Did I...(smirk)...mention...(snort)...you need to...(lip bite)...hold down...(snicker)...really tight?" Frankly I don't remember my response. I do know it had to do with his laughter at my expense. It was also loud - big surprise!
I am convinced this "incident" would have been prefect for an episode of "I Love Lucy". I also think we need to look into the availability of a Tim Taylor souped-up "manly" garbage disposal...well, maybe not. It seems to me he didn't have much success with any of his modifications.
I assure you, this will not be the last time my hubby will test the garbage disposal. History has proven that particular pattern cannot be broken.
Ya just gotta laugh! (In case you are wondering, I'm clean again!)
2 comments:
Yes, it does sound like something out of I Love Lucy... think she might have put Ricky in the hospital afterwards, though!
We don't have a garbage disposal, but we have a ravine behind our house, which serves much the same purpose. That's where all our banana peels, apple cores, grapefruit rinds, egg shells, etc. go. It probably has some of the richest and most fertile soil in Dunn County!
Dearest Big Red,
Thank you for the laughter...you provided good medicine to all that read!
I will pray that in your husband's adventures that he never tests out potato peel, if this should happen, please put on a rain coat.
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