Or, How I Almost Ruined Thanksgiving '06.
The following post was also left as a comment over at Verging on Pertinence, but I decided it might be cathartic to 'fess up here. Blogging is cathartic, no? Or, is that "Catholic"?...hmmm.
Dearest blogbrudda, DarkoV, was discussing the boiling of the drain after his own holiday festivities. Must be written with a turkey feather quill somewhere - "Thou Shalt Stopputh Up Thy Drain Every Thanksgiving".
See, "Catholic", I told ya.
Kman knows I get in a tizz over holiday cooking. I am such a control freak, everything is made my way or no way. "If Mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy", sort of mantra.
So, trying to stay out of my way, Kman plops down in front of his computer thinking about finding some new music files. I recently had found some html language that accessed a gazillion music files and all free for the taking. Ahem.
Kman wanted me to help him find that html code I had emailed to him once; he could never get it to work for him.
Short story - I left a Texas-sized skillet filled to the brim with the veggies for the broccoli casserole simmering on the burner. Got distracted by trying to get the darn code to work on Kman's machine. Returned to find the pan full of scorched food.
Pissed off, frazzled, and a wee bit bitchy, I dumped the whole mess into the sink and fed it to the disposal.
Except it was way too much food at once, and fibrous vegetable matter at that... you can guess the outcome. Gurgle gurgle.
Friday, Kman rented a "snake" to the tune of $40.00 and wrangled the clog to submission.
Bless his big ol' heart, he never once raised an eyebrow...come to think of it, he didn't look me straight in the eye, either.
Oh well. The dogs will get over their undeserved cussin' faster than me. They are great surrogates when you wanna yell at your wife but know she reigns supreme in the culinary department.