You bad ol’ drain. How come you clog?

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You bad ol’ drain. I find myself doing major chores here Thanksgiving morning. Last night’s meal needed cleaning up after and the turkey isn’t completely defrosted, yet. We’ve lived here now nearly 8 years and only now you decide to back up on me?
Biggles walks away from the drain, only to turn and say, “Ha !!! I got youuuu! I win! Meathenge Labs isn’t hosting this year!” Clog if you want to, you bad ol’ drain. You don’t bother me!
xo, Biggles

10 thoughts on “You bad ol’ drain. How come you clog?”

  3. Try this — I have lived here only one (1) year and I had to have my whole sewer line replaced. The job was finished on Friday last, just in time for the holidays. I want to give thanks but I am feeling muted, in that department. Still, I had a lovely meal in the big city and am back home in time to sleep off the tryptophan (not to mention the flowing wines ). Sorry you had to deal with that but glad you weren’t dealing with a big dinner party chez vous. Tomorrow is another day.

  5. Nex time I see you, (I am going to give you the “Shoelace Rip” to the eyeballs!) My drain became clogged. I am blamening you. Ms. Goofy has been cooking bacon on the sly! My drain has a Oregon whiff. (Whoops I should blame my bacon self!!)

  6. Hey Everyone,
    Our family meal came off famously. I cooked and sliced the turkey onsite and then the gravy. Oh yes, gravy for all.
    And as far as the drain? When I came home Thanksgiving evening? Clear as a whistle, ha! I win!

  7. My dual probe digital meat thermometer crapped out last night. The probe was made by Maverick and sold by Williams-Sonoma. I got the probes too close to the broiler coils. I need to replace my meat thermometer……..any recomendations?

  8. You may have only fried the probes. They sell replacements. Use a little piece of foil and wrap it around where the probe meets the wire. It will extend the life of the probe. I learned this the hard way.

  9. Once, many years ago, my roommate hosted a Thanksgiving in our charming but old and quirky flat in SF (I was out of town with my family). She put a slew of potato peels down our finicky garbage disposal and backed the whole thing up–minutes before company descended. She and her guests ended up doing all the dishes in the bathtub!
    I was glad to have missed that particular party:-)