Plumbing With Friends

My husband travels a lot. Just about every month and mostly for work, but this weekend he is at a bachelor party in New Jersey. In keeping with tradition since a trip he took in May, our garbage disposal suddenly stopped working almost as soon as he walked out the door. When the garbage disposal doesn't work the sink doesn't drain. This is a problem.



Luckily for me, my very handy best friend Kim is in town. She is a meteorologist and uses fancy words like "ball bearings" when discussing baby doll strollers for my daughter and "trace" (less than 1/100th of an inch, for anyone like me who didn't know specifically how much "trace" referred to).

Does anyone need any cleaning supplies? I have one or two to spare.

First things first. We plunge. Friends who plunge together stay together.

But that doesn't work.

Next, we (and I use "we" loosely) disconnect the pipe from the garbage disposal to the rest of the pipes. The Trap, as Kim just reminded me :) The U part. That is all I know.

But this also doesn't work.

Kim and I discuss who should stick their hands in the murky water to feel inside the garbage disposal, and decide that as I have a child to raise, I should keep all of my fingers. She reaches in - nothing.

So, we plunge some more. The problem with being the photographer is there is no photographic evidence of myself plunging; however, before you call the friends police on me, I assure you I did in fact plunge (but not without a little whining, of course.)

As the water drained, oh so slowly, we soon began to see the orange outline of one of Isabella's cups in the drain.

It fit so perfectly that we couldn't feel it! A happy ending, indeed.