So last year a week or so before Thanksgiving our oven decided to depart this Earth in a blaze of circuit-arc firework glory. Thankfully the tech whose face was 10 inches away from said glory was unscathed by his bearing witness. It just so happened that we were hosting the holiday for some friends here in Tucson, so a mad scramble began to replace said oven, burn all the manufacturing smell out of said oven, get used to said oven, and then proceed to cook a "Thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat" (name that song!)... in like 5 days?
Mission accomplished.
Of course, we had no idea that the universe had decided that this was not an isolated incident, but rather a vector of what now appears to be a yearly event.
This morning I wander out to the kitchen as usual to cook up a tasty breakfast for Erika and I only to find that our kitchen drain wasn't living up to its namesake. No big deal. Throw some liquid drain unclogger on the shopping list, pick up said product after work, arrive home and pour away.
Didn't work. Hrm...
Long story only slightly shorter, after futzing with the drain and the chemical solution for about an hour, my dander was raised. Two calls to local plumbers to see how much they charge to visit us for tea tomorrow afternoon and take a peek at the drain... well, let's just say I wasn't enthused by their offers. 10 minutes later and I'm on my way to the local hardware store: two low profile plastic oil pans, one 25 foot drain auger. Just add my drill and stir!
Drain's fixed. HandyHusband status renewed.
Hey, universe. Just a heads up. I got a baby due in a matter of days. Don't taunt me.
Oh, and I didn't figure you'd guys would want to see pictures on this one, so...
