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Joey Gave Our Dishwasher A Colonic

Last night Joey made me watch this Commercial Kings video about colonics.

It is hi-larious and totally worth watching if you have 11 minutes and 50 seconds laying around.

So maybe I have colonics on the brain.

Or maybe what I just witnessed would have struck me as funny had I not recently watched that video.

Anyway, our dishwasher has not been draining well (to say the least) so Joey disassembled it this evening to get to the root of the problem.  And I’m not kidding about the dissassemblage, I went outside for five minutes and came back inside to find my dishwasher in the middle of the kitchen, all its interior pieces in the sink (YAY!  because they smell horrible!), and Joey pulling this long, white tube deep from within the bowels (sorry…I had to) of the dishwasher cavity.

He held a towel over the ends of it and ran across the kitchen and dining room, down the patio steps and into the yard with it. Then he hosed the tube out and started whipping it around in the air like a lasso.  You could hear the whomp whomp whomp  sound it made from inside the house.

I burst outside again to try to stop him because, HELLO! OUR NEIGHBORS HAVE OUR DISHWASHER GUNK ALL OVER THEIR YARDS NOW!

I guess it’s just a bonus of living next door to the Woestmans.  We make fabulous neighbors.  Not only do we have a huge, ugly, embarassing pile of branches in our backyard (ordinance violation!), but we also spray your house and yard with rotten food from our dishwasher’s colon!

People are gonna be lining up to move in next to us now, I can just sense it.

Joey was all proud of himself, though; he held up the dishwasher colon (I don’t even know what the thing is actually called) which had formerly been black and gunky and showed me how pristine and shiny it looked now that he had whipped its contents to infinity and beyond our chain link fence.

From the strange and questionable noises coming from my kitchen, I would guess he’s putting the dishwasher back now.  If this colonic makes our dishwasher feel better, I may consider doing one myself.  The video I watched was so convincing…

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I’m sure this happens in your house too

Tonight for dinner we ate chicken pot pie, one of the eleventy billion chicken pot pies Angel and I made for her freezer last Tuesday.  What, you think I’m exaggerating?  OK FINE, A LITTLE.  We only made 11 chicken pot pies.  But it sure felt like eleventy billion; I was rolling pastry for two hours, at least.

Anyway, I took home 2 of the 11 pot pies and because Joey and Pops exploded my kitchen this weekend working on a wiring project (that will be ri-diculous when it’s finished!), I just decided to whip out one from the freezer and throw it in my oven at 375 for an hour and a half.

Analie finished her dinner before we did and she was sitting in her booster seat smearing eggs and string cheese waiting for us to be done, so I gave her a bit of my pot pie.

Her eyes got HUGE! and she started squealing and beating her arms on the tray, mouth wide open like a baby bird.  Only instead of waiting for masticated earthworm, she was demanding more delicious chicken pot pie! ! ! (But I dunno, maybe baby birds think ABC earthworm is delicious too?)

Girlfriend ate I don’t know how many bites of pot pie before she seemed like she was full. We cleaned her up and then realized she had tons of it chipmunked in her cheeks for a midnight snack, which we figured was probably OK for now.

So we stuck her in the bathtub to splash off whatever energy she had left.

About ten minutes into her splash-fest, she decided it was time to face plant into the water.  Maybe your kids do this too?  Mine loves to get water in her face and up her nose.  I KNOW, WEIRD.  We have to watch her super carefully, because usually at least once a bath she leans forward and sticks her face in the water for awhile.  But she always comes up giggling, so I stopped freaking out about it after the first couple times.  Because she usually does it a second time.  So it’s intentional, weird kid.

Anyway, she leaned over to stick her face in the water and simultaneously opened her mouth, which was still full of chicken pot pie.  It all went tumbling out into the bathwater, which wound up being so much cooler than getting water up her nose.

She spent the rest of the bath chasing around pre-chewed bits of carrot and chicken on the tub floor, trying to catch them and shove them back into her mouth.

I’m sure that’s normal, right?

 

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