As I mentioned yesterday, we are getting new counter tops within the next couple of weeks. Tomorrow I have to go and sign the contract and set the final price. So tonight JD and I had to talk about what exactly we wanted the installers to do and what we are willing to do ourselves. I was fairly certain that we could remove the old counter tops without any problem but was greatly a little hesitant about not letting them do the reattachment plumbing.
JD got out his flashlight and after spending a few minutes making comments about the plumbing under our sink came to the conclusion that he could do it all himself and therefore save us a lot of money.
He was puzzled by my less than enthusiastic response to this proposal.
Until I reminded him of what happened the last time he attempted a plumbing job.
We had been married about a year and were living in Shreveport, LA. JD had invited his boss and her husband to dinner. I wanted to make a good impression so I cleaned the house from top to bottom and planned a meal that I hoped would be sure to impress.
In the interest of time management, the night before the dinner, I made the soup. Roasted Red Pepper Soup. A lovely rich soup that is a lovely color and yummy to boot. I put it in a container and placed it in the refrigerator.
Have I mentioned that JD had also been busy? He had installed a garbage disposal for me and was quite proud of his hard work.
The next day, about 2 hours before our dinner guests would be arriving, I started dinner. One of the first things I wanted to do was get the soup on to warm. I opened the refrigerator door and the container of soup fell from the top shelf onto the floor. The lid flew off and bright red soup splattered all over the floor and over most of the WHITE cabinets within a 6 feet radius. There were even a couple of spots on the ceiling.
After I finished cursing sighing, I started the clean up. I cleaned all the cabinets and got the spots off the ceiling. When I started cleaning up the spill on the floor I simply scooped up handfuls of the stuff and threw it in the sink.
Into my brand new disposal.
My brand new disposal that when I flipped the switch to get rid of the ruined soup, promptly shot a bright red gyser STRAIGHT BACK OUT OF THE SINK AND ALL OVER MY WHITE KITCHEN!
Let’s just say it’s a good thing he didn’t walk into the house just then.
I think my fears are well founded, don’t you?
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Reading that story made me want to cry. DON’T DO IT JIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So, um, what did you end up serving that night, after the soup hit the fan???
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Not that your Mom doesn’t have confidence in your plumbing skills, Jim, but you just might save yourself more than money if you let the pros do it.
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oh ye of little faith
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I’m sure next time he will double check his leads so we don’t have reverse rotation and the resulting gysers! This is just to funny!
Don’t fret JD. Been there and done that!
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Yep
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youcan do it JD. Sara jane is not sure anyone other than her dad or maybe papa from snowy ny can do anything. excus the typing, arm is still in splint
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What was that noise? Oh; it was the sound of a gauntlet being thrown down.
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Sometimes free can become very, very expensive, don’t you think?
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