So That’s Where the Socks Go!

The garbage disposal was making a funny sound yesterday and I couldn’t figure out why. As the mother of two children this wasn’t, of course, the first funny sound that the disposal ever made. There was the time when the kids emptied the fish tank (blue rocks and all) into the sink. That was not such a funny sound. It was more of a grinding, screeching, startling sound which lasted only a few seconds before it came to a sudden halt.

This was a softer though different sort of sound. Kind of a muffled, muted but definitely wrong sound. It almost sounded like it does when someone jams an orange into the disposal. But this was no orange. I reached into the bowels of the disposal and pulled out….a sock. WTF? How did a sock end up in there? Whose sock was it? Was it one of the “good” socks? Was anybody going to confess to putting it there? Not bloody likely.