Ode to My Dad

I am sure he will never read this, but I have to write about how my dad totally saved the day. Yesterday (which was horrible, by the way), I managed to dump a TON of pasta down the garbage disposal and, as a result, completely clogged the drain. R and I tried to fix it with very little success and much Draino. No luck, and this morning our house smelled delightful, really. A mix of ghastly pasta-starchy water infused with the odorific-ness of Draino. YUCK.

In any case, I moped about it all today, and whined a copious amount, and probably made my co-workers hate me. On the way home, I thought about calling my dad. I was of course reticient because I didn't want to get called out on my moronic decision to drop a giant pan full of pasta down the drain. I realized, like the smart girl I am, that eating crow was a little bit better than eating the plumber's bill. So I called.

He not only NEVER said anything about me being dumb (which was actually quite deserved) but he dropped his own home improvement painting project to come help me. He stuck it out, even though he had to go back home to grab plastic gloves, and my stepmom watched Peanut while I ran to the store.

By the time I came back with the kid's dinner, the garbage disposal was good as new, the pipes were clean, and Peanut was playing happily while watching Dora the Explorer with her Nana.

So in short, my dad is pretty awesome. My stepmom rocks, too. So, in short, we got away with only spending the $568.00 at the mechanic's yesterday. This little plumbing adventure somehow makes it seem a little easier to bear that expense, though....

Thanks, Dad.