a scary monster lives under my sink

i have been especially lazy about doing the dishes, and this week was definitely no exception. i made a big pot of soup tuesday night and finally decided that i should probably get around to doing those dishes this morning. {we weren't out of cups or bowls yet, but we were out of spoons}. so i go about merrily cleaning, even whistling while i work. i get down to about the last couple dishes and it's time for me to run the disposal again. our disposal is kind of scary. i've always had this fear of the disposal, like it will magically turn on as i reach to grab a spoon or something and chew my whole hand off. usually when i turn on the disposal in our new apartment it sounds like world destruction and the whole counter top, sink and cupboards shake, in efforts to withstand said world destruction. the first time this happened i jumped about a foot off the ground and have been weary of running it ever since. sometimes, however, it will magically run like normal and i almost forget how scary our disposal is. but on with the story. so i turn on the disposal for a split second and it proceeds to shake and be scary. i quickly turned it off. {usually when this happens, i turn it off, wait a few moments and then resume disposal-ing} so i waited a few moments and then turn the sucker back on. again with the shaking until the thing just falls out of the freaking sink. the bang is so loud and scares me so badly i just stare dumbfounded at the giant hole that is now our sink and completely forget the water is running. i open the cupboards and see the remnants of peanut butter, brownies and soup plastered all over the walls and floor that is the below the sink area. at this point i finally realize the water is still running and yes it is going down the hole in the sink...and into the cupboard below. i'm freaking out at this point. chris has already left for school so i grab my phone and the second he answers proclaim, completely exasperated, "the disposal fell out of the sink" at which point i hear chris laughing hysterically on the other end. apparently it's hilarious when that happens. to make matters even more hilarious...the maintenance crew at our apartment doesn't believe in weekend calls unless you are flooding or have not sink access--kitchen or bathroom. so here we are, sinkless, disposal-less and helpless until monday. the moral of the story: despite being scary, disposals have feelings too. leaving a week's worth of dishes in the sink will make your disposal mad and he'll become detached.

i use the area below the sink as storage--who doesn't?

not anymore.

looking up...can you see the faucet?