There was a fatality in my home last night. R.I.P. Garbage Disposal. "Here lies our trusty friend and grinder. Peace, little buddy."
Yep, it went out in a thunderous crash last night—sounded like I'd put the entirety of the silverware drawer down its little throat and flipped the switch. What did happen was a small piece rusted right off of the thing and started dancing around inside.
I've made arrangements to have a new one installed, but not for a WHOLE WEEK! Argh!
What I'm asking myself is, "how am I going to survive this devastating loss!?!" **sniff** Does anyone have a tissue?