Dammit, I wanted to do nothing yesterday. Absolutely nothing. I’d even planned for it. I was gonna sit around on my ass and watch TV, maybe read a book. Play some with the boy perhaps. Maybe even get some lunchtime beers with the Chief Educator. What is that they say about the best laid plans? Oh yeah.

The stupid garbage disposal in my stupid kitchen gave up it’s (also presumably stupid) ghost on Sunday night. The CFO was quite insistent that it be fixed ASAP. For some reason she thinks that if I let it go more than a day or two the fix will never happen. I have no idea why she would think such a thing, but on Monday, it was off to the hardware store. I’d started online of course, as I really really wanted to buy a disposal from Amazon (the thought of buying a garbage disposal from Amazon makes me chuckle) but the one I wanted was out of stock. Luckily my pals at A-Boy had the one I needed. Badger 5, you’re going in!

Except first I have to get the old one out. Years of corrosion have made the metal ring lock holding it in place impossible to budge. I WD-40′ed the heck out of it, and using a few wrenches I put more torque on the thing than is really good to do; if a wrench had slipped I almost certainly would have broken my hand, or done a faceplant on the kitchen counter, or something equally as pleasant. I am going to try again tonight (maybe I loosened it yesterday?), but if the bastard refuses to move I am bringing in the artillery. The handtool equivalent of artillery anyway. So say hello to my leeettle friend!

Welcome, Mr. Sawzall. This should be a good time.