uh-oh-spaghetti-o

Lesson Learned: DO NOT put that half pound of cooked spaghetti noodles that you found hiding out in the way back of the refrigerator down the garbage disposal in the kitchen sink. I suppose I might have done the same thing, but I'd like to think that if I had been present when this decision was being made, I would have said the garbage can would be a better option. :)

While dear husband G is fantastic at his day job, household repair is just not something that should ever appear on his resume. So when he called me into the kitchen and I saw this:

I was sure that I would spend today waiting for a plumber to arrive and put the pipes back together and me explaining 1) why in the world a half pound of pasta was stuffed into the pipes and 2) why in the world my husband took the sink apart himself.

Quotes from G, our happy plumber:
" ooooooh yuck!"
" these pipes are really grimy"
"there's a chance I'll be able to put this back together"

" how far could it [the spaghetti] possible be? I mean, how far can spaghetti go?" [after taking off piece after piece of pipe and not finding the clog]

"the noises and sites associated with this are very similar to those of vomiting."

I'm happy to report that G DID get the pipes reassembled and the drain now drains and the water seems to be flowing without any leakage. I was amazed, and G was beaming with pride all evening! Who knew he could he so handy?