Her highness has entered the blogosphere, all please rise.
Okay, so I've been blowing and going like there is no tomorrow, and my big project is finally done, and I'm trying to catch up but meetings have sucked a lot of time out of my schedule and I end up working until late at night, or leveling Tinychicken, or both, and so I'm all funky proud of my ass for starting to get the things I've neglected back in order, until I get home from the grocery store and decide the mini rose arrangement I have on my table has to go, so I dump the flowers in the trash and the water looks like ickness, then I think to myself, how clever, just dump it down the disposal, right?, only in my hurry to rid myself of the ickness that was the roses' home for two weeks, I pour the water down the drain and hear a clatter.
I forgot that the greenness of the water was due not to ickness, but largely to the nest of small, colored stones sitting in the bottom of the vase.
Great. So I call my dad and ask him how easy it is to get to the disposal, and after the "Well, maybe you might learn something from this" remark (what, Dad? not to dump small, round glass objects down the disposal? why haven't you told me this before now?), he's all set to come up this evening and help me out. I love my dad, he is awesome that way. I just know there will be at least ten minutes of him asking me why I did this.
Because I don't think you have anything better to do than help me dig rocks out of the disposal, Dad. That's why. Oh, yeah, and I wanted an excuse not to go to the gym.
If I get any smarter, I may just have to run for President.
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6 comments:
I've so done that before!!!!!!!
Oh and you should SO come to the next SWMH Club get-together. We tore some shit up!
That is really an "Oh Shit!" moment. Thank god for dads.
The previous owner had loose change clogging up the disposal at our house. That was fun trying to get out.
Sometimes when the disposal is running, I have to actively remind myself to not put my hand down there because I have a weird urge to do so. I think I might be suffering from MPD or I am just plain crazy.
Mo - Looks and sounds like you girls had fun. Lori is a hoot!
Tornwordo - Yep. An oh-shit moment is right. Oh, and then I ran water in the sink this morning, forgetting the pipes are out because he's working on it. Make that two oh-shit moments. It's an oh-shit week.
AP - God, you have that urge, too?
I died laughing over your conversation with your dad, and your imagined response.
Wow, you are retarded. :)
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