Today, we’re going to discuss installing a new disposal. Mine blew a hole in it, started leaking, gave me a shock and became a hazard to my health. Definitely time for a new disposal. (Editor’s note: This woman knows absolutely nothing about installing a disposal. All she did was take a few pictures while Stroke of Genius did his magic. If you really want to learn how to install a disposal, go to the Do It Yourself Channel. But keep reading just to humor her.)

Let’s get started, shall we?

The first step is to go to the Giant Fix It Store and buy a new one. Mine is a 3/4 horsepower dandy that is powerful enough to power a fishing boat. (Editor’s note: Since she’s never fished don’t listen to her knowledge of motors, either.)

The In-Sink-Earator

First begin by finding a nice man to do this for you. (Editor’s note: see, I told you she didn’t know anything about this.) I had Stroke of Genius do this as he is now our official Ranch Foreman. He took out the old, broken disposal, but he was smart and unplugged everything before he started fooling with it. He also shut off the water under the sink.

Pondering the Situation

SOG took a bucket and stuck it under the old disposal. I asked him why and he said he needed a jig. (Editor’s note: the only kind of jig she knows is the one that a Leprechaun does.)

Then he loosened the old disposal and had me slowly pull out the jig. Worked like magic. Next, he removed the 10-year-old disposal. Shouldn’t a disposal last longer than that?

Disposal-less

Then Stroke of Genius took the old cord off of the dead soldier and put it on the new disposal. I wondered why the new disposal didn’t have a cord with it and SOG replied, “They just don’t.” (Editor’s note: She doesn’t understand anything. When you put something new in, you never have all the pieces you really need. That’s why God made plumbers.)

Rewired

I have no clue how he did this. I was taught as a child never to play with wires and I don’t to this day. (Editor’s note: Barbie Doll…)

Action shot of installation

Notice how smart he was. SOG had a light under there so he could see what he was doing.  (Editor’s note: Plus he was wearing his readers, silly.)

The new Badger all ready to chew

The amazing thing to me was it didn’t take too long and Stroke of Genius never cussed one time. I was more worried about it than he was. (Editor’s note: That’s the problem with you women. Just leave us alone and let us do our job…)

Well, I hope you’ve learned something today. I thought the whole thing was exciting but someone in the house was less than impressed.

All the commotion is bothering me…

Have a great weekend. I plan on strangling that strange Editor who has taken over my blog! (Editor’s note: She’ll never catch me.)

Spreading laughter throughout the world…one chuckle at a time.

Mikie Baker
www.mikiebaker.com