Fear the Badger

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That's right pussies ... Fear the Badger.  That is certainly what Jan and I were doing last night.  Ended up having to call Amy to come save our asses from another plumbing mess (Thank You Amy!!).  

Jan and I can't handle our Badger.  Although two great new words came from the Badger disposal debacle.  Wrenchette and Sink hole.  Classic.  I will forever more go around saying "Remove the putty from the sink hole please".  And a wrenchette ... how fucking cute is that ... sounds like Smurfette would use a wrenchette.  (Smurfette probably could have done a better job installing the Badger than Jan and I did with or without a wrenchette!)

But we seem to have a working disposal so at least our kitchen will not smell like small third world country.

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