Or perhaps I should entitled this post "learning to live with a man".
To my surprise the other day I turned on the sink disposal to hear a horrible, terrible grinding noise that seem to shake the whole sink. Obviously, there was something down that drain, and this wasn't a mere fork or spoon gone astray.
After positioning my lighting just so and digging around with a couple of spoons (I wasn't about to put my hand down there!), out popped a golf ball. I suppose the sink's drain is the perfect size to be an indoor putting hole, isn't it?
To my husband's credit the golf ball found its way into the drain on its own. I guess this calls for a "no golf balls lain on any surface anywhere near the kitchen sink" mandate in our home.