A cup is for drinks

It is lunchtime on Friday afternoon. I am getting the kitchen squared away, unloading the dishwasher, wiping down the counters, filling the dishwasher and listening to music on our Apple TV which is the bomb. So, I am going and singing and having a pretty good time, if you can when you are loading the dishwasher. I open a thermos - Toy Story to be exact - dump the contents into the swirling disposal below and then rrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...... goes the disposal. What the heck? I look down, little baby junior, don't know which one, but one of them filled their stinkin' thermos with loose CHANGE!! Quarters, nickels, pennies, all down my drain in my disposal stopping it up.

I pull the stopper out and nearly vomit from the smell - whole probably other story about why I have not pulled it out and cleaned it, I don't know, cuz I am busy? I take it outside and hose it off then fill a cup with windex and sunk it in then cleaned the disposal.

Then, I go to the garage to find plastic gloves so my delicate, beautiful hands do not have to touch the nastiness that lurks in my disposal. And, of course, I am out of luck, no gloves to be found.

I called Ryan, who confirmed that we were indeed out of gloves. I said, "Do I need to call a repair man?" He said, "Just wait til I look at it". My repair man to the rescue. Hopefully it will be him who has to touch the nastiness. Eewwww.