the cat's at play. kidlet is further north spending the weekend with friends. what makes me a bad mama is that i enjoy these breaks . . . probably as much as she does. it's my time to catch up on stuff around the house, but sometimes, things don't go as planned.
cleaning the laundry room and the kitchen was pretty much average going until i got to the part where i clean up the dinner dishes. everything was washed and stuffed in the dishwasher to dry . . . yes, i use my dishwasher as a drying rack . . . when i did the obligatory running of the garbage disposal. the sound was atrocious. as i quickly flicked the off switch, i expected to pull out a random spoon. instead the jammed item was thick, round and cylindrical. wth? and then the light dawned. last week i managed to break the handle off the hot water faucet in the sink. apparently, it decided to do a swan dive off the window sill and down into the disposal. it wouldn't budge. i tried the handle of a plunger. sanitary right? nope don't eat at my house. then i tried a screw driver. after much huffing and puffing, it finally let loose but not before reminding me that it must have been a very, very, very long time since i last cleaned the underside of the disposal flaps. disgusto. a little comet. a little bleach. a little baking soda. good to go. really, don't eat at my house.
tomorrow, i do the touch up paint on the miata since someone pounded the rear end. thankfully, it was on the plastic bumper so no damage other than needing a little paint. the following week, after the paint has set, i will get it detailed. in its 16 years, it has never been detailed. washed and vacuumed yes. detailed out. no. i'm a little afraid that the dirt is what is holding it together. fingers crossed.
kidlet, i'll let you know when it's safe to come home.
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