Where's the Beef?

Juuuuust when we see a silver lining in the constant blows of bad luck--WHAM--we get hit again!

Hubs was in the mood to cook his homemade sauce and meatballs. When he pulled out the chop meat he realized it had gone bad, and instead of just throwing it away, well...see for yourself.

Yep. He put it down the garbage disposal. Apparently there was a leak. The violent thrashing from the blades and pressure from the water spewed it all over the inside of the cabinets. Not only did it seep out onto the floor, but it also embedded chunks of meat into just about every spray bottle, cleaning agent, and garbage bag stored underneath. *shudder, cringe, gag*

Upon closer inspection we found that there wasn't so much a leak as there was a dime sized hole where the rancid meat, and God only knows what else over time, escaped.

One trip to HD coming up. Pulling out of our driveway we see this:

Ha! At this point we have to laugh. A half hour or less after getting the broken garbage disposal replaced we end up eating out. Where's the beef? Who needs it when we've got Boston Market.

40 Days...and 40 Nights

Funny that today, the 40th day without a cigarette, it rains. It's not on the level of flooding the Earth and ridding the world of evil, but it certainly makes my lungs happy to know I can throw on my running shoes and hit the pavement without dreading every breath.

With the chaos of the past couple months, there were numerous excuses that rationalized having one. I didn't. I'm glad I didn't. Now I can focus on getting faster and stronger so I can reach my personal goal of beating my Marine Corps run time from 1997--ooof!

Now if you will excuse me I have to go curb my hubby's foul language (before our toddler starts saying it) as he rips the garbage disposal out from under the sink while covered in raw chop meat...oh yes, that blog will soon follow!