(that is not a typo, that is how the late great Blanche pronounced disposal, as in garbage disposal. That was one of those Blanche things that made me nuts before she died but now I can’t say “disposal” the right way half the time).
So, guess what appliance croaked at our house? Yes, the garbage disposall. Apparently it ate itself. Now even the appliances are committing suicide to get away. Did you know there are several brands of disposall? And that each of them come in different # of horsepower. I think the old one had 1/3 or 1/2 HP but we hope to replace it with a 3/4 or 1 HP model. I can’t wait to pat the sink after the new disposall is installed and say “Yep, there’s one pony in there!”
(Eeeww, that came out sounding more gross than funny. Sorry).
Anyway, the handyman is coming over tomorrow to discuss installing a new disposall as well as a few other random tasks that Gene and I are too lazy and/or untalented to accomplish. (Brandy, remember the time that you said that I like to hire people to do stuff? You’re 100% right).