call me...

okay, this is the third time i am typing this entry, because blogger is quirky, last night it deleted my entry when i published it, and today i was trying to protect against that and i hit shift+delete to copy it to my clipboard, and i couldn't get it back... i loathe having to retype stuff!!!

anyway, i was going to say call me "mr. garbage disposal fixer" cuz i fixed mine yesterday... my roommate broke it. he wanted to call a repairman & charge the landlord, but i knew that he had broken it... a good amount of our spoons are mangled from him turning on the disposal and not checking for silverware falling (we need one of those guards for that) but anyway, i said there was no way i'd charge the landlord for fixing something 'we' broke, and i would try to fix it...

i dissected the disposal to find a penny was lodged between the moving parts. when the roomy saw that, he was suddenly struck with the memory that he had 'washed a handful of coins that were in' his car. hmmm... one of the pennies must have fell in the sink. i wasn't pretty pleased about that... at least he admitted it, although he was laughing about it as i put the disposal back together.