Things You Should Not Do

You know how much blogging has changed your life, when
your husband has parts of the kitchen sink in his hand and asks
so very sweetly, " Do you want to get the camera and take a picture
for a blog post?" Of which I replied," this is never going to see the
light of a computer screen." Well, I changed my mind in
loo of needing a post.

The other night, I fixed spaghetti for dinner. I had lots of noodles left
over and I decided I didn't want to save it, or put it in the trash,
so I stuffed it in the garbage disposal. I must have packed that stuff
in because when I turned the water on and the garbage disposal
the water backed up. Now I am not sure of my thinking here but
I must have thought what the noodles needed was some sauce so I poured out
left over sauce into the backed up sink.


No problem, I just got the plunger and started plunging but
then the other sink got backed up. Then my husband came in
from outside who is much stronger than me started plunging
and water, red yukky water started coming out the drain part
of the dishwasher.

He said," I think I need to take the P trap off because it
is plugged up there." He left and got his tools.
He had just had a very long day, he was tired and he didn't
yell at me nor did he say, " What the heck, Kim!" Nope, he said,
" I'll get my tools." Which made me feel like such a crumb.


He came in and got under the kitchen sink, he had to lay kind of
funny with his head cocked to one side, with his arms outstretched
to reach the pipe. He had put a bucket there but when he took the pipe
off, the water, and spaghetti missed the bucket.

It ran on my floor and you know it was red and I grabbed towels to stop it from
running every where. I cleaned it up the best I could, but then. He had the
P Trap in his hand, and it was stuffed with spaghetti noodles, so I took it outside
and rinsed it out. Then he put it back together and it was still plugged.
He took it apart and the garbage disposal too. Every single pipe
I think there were three, was stuffed with noodles.


He never once got mad at me. He was so patient, and kind and I hoped
he would yell at me, I really did. He just put the thing back together and
I got the mess cleaned up and everything put back together. So that
is why you should never, put lots of spaghetti noodles in the drain. I knew
about potato peels but this had never happened before.

You know all of those chick movies I love to watch, always stop at the wedding.
I always want to shout at the screen, but lets see the best part, that part that
comes next. The part that makes life worth living. The part when you hold
your first baby, or the part where you are so sick you can stand up and he
holds you so you can be sick, or the time you just got a ticket and you call
crying and he just laughs and says, " Are you okay?"

Yep, those are the best parts, those parts that make my heart jump
every time his truck pulls into the driveway. You know that poem,
" Come grow old with me, for the best is yet to be." Well, it is true.

I told him when he was holding the garbage disposal, " Well this is
the worse part, in for better or worse." He just smiled.

~Kim~