Explosion

Ok, so maybe not an explosion, but that is how Mark described it. My garbage disposal got clogged up on Sunday night--never pretty. Mark knew he was going to have to clean out the pipe to get it working again. We had done it once before and found a paper towel in there. Unfortunately, Mark had to do some unexpected church stuff that night and the disposal (nor the kitchen) got cleaned. Monday night we put the kids to bed and Mark headed to the kitchen with bucket in hand. He put the bucket under the sink where he was loosening the pipe, but that side just wouldn't cooperate with him. So he moved to the other side to loosen it and before I knew it, (I was in the living room), Mark was yelling--no profanities for a miracle! :) The pipe did drain, but not into the bucket. It sprayed day-old roast beef all over Mark. And underneath the sink. And the floor. And the cupboard doors. Well, needless to say, he wasn't very happy about being covered with something that smelled exactly like vomit. I thought he was joking but as soon as I walked into the kitchen, I had to turn right back around. It was awful and was making me queasy! So Mark dutifully finished cleaning out the drain and found the cause of all his woes: the peel of an onion. It was completely blocking the pipe. Guess we learned our lesson on that one! It took him another 30 minutes to clean up the mess the roast beef had made all over the kitchen. I found it rather humorous, which infuriated Mark all the more. But how can you not laugh?