Caitlin has moved out. She has her own one bedroom apartment, no roommates except her kitten Puma, and she is all settled into her single, mom free life. Well, mom and dad free except for the help we gave her in getting moved in, set up, and a few purchases to make sure she was starting out without having to go into debt buying necessities.
I knew it wouldn't be long before she gave me blog fodder.
This morning .....
Cait: *on the phone* 9AM , frantic, PMSing, frustrated:
My garbage disposal is broke.
Me: *Being a Mom* Well, if you would pay the extra fee and tell the apartment manager you have Puma, they could send a repairman out.
Cait: Thanks, I needed that, never mind, I have to get to work.
Me: *Being a Mom again* Don't worry, I will come there on my lunch hour and see if I can clear it out and get it running.
Cait: Thanks Mom.
So on my lunch hour, I went to her apartment and stuck my hand in her clogged sink. This is what I pulled out (not actual pictures, but exact items) :
Gross, I know.
Then I felt something jammed, but couldn't figure out what it was. After getting the little allen wrench out and turning the blade from under the disposal, I reached in and pulled THIS out:
I hit the reset button and it worked perfectly.
Me: *on the phone* Cait, I got the disposal cleared and working.
Cait: Great, thanks Mom.
Me: Um, Cait, there are some things you can't put down a disposal.
Cait: Hu? What?
Me: Let's just say, if you won't eat it, neither will your disposal.
Cigarette butts, coke bottle caps, and shot glasses can't be ground up.
Cait: I didn't put them in there.
Me: Then you better forbid Puma to smoke and drink while you aren't home.