I'm Kind of a Handi-Woman Ninja

I'm not one to toot my own horn (mainly because that saying totally gives me the creeps), but yesterday I single-handedly repaired my own sink.

I know. I was just as impressed as you are.

What was less impressive was the sink vomit that greeted me the other morning. Check this out.

This photo is not an accurate portrayal of just how disgusting the water looked and smelled.

Not being one to feel one-upped by the sink totally one to feel one-upped by the sink, I grabbed my tool kit and hunkered down for a look.

I really wanted one in pink because I'm that much of a girl, but they were out of stock.

That thing? Not supposed to be there. 

I did have to phone and get some advice from an actual male about what to do because knowing my luck? I would take that white thingie-mabobber off and end up with sewage spraying me in the face. Never mind how sewage would have arrived in my kitchen sink. My luck is just that bad.

You just be quiet about me needing to use a butter knife to get the proper screwdriver head out of there. That thing was a pretty good replica of Fort Knox, I tell you.

I managed to break it out, properly remove the white thingie-mabob and clear the hole that was leaking.

And OH. MY. GAWD. You should have SEEN the crud that was hanging out of the sink. Luckily for you, I managed to resist the urge to reveal my lunch and grabbed a rag to clean it up before the thought occurred to me that I should photograph it for you guys. Because no one needed to see that.

Here's my handi-work, all nice and tidy. 

Now, if you'll excuse me, I am completely exhausted. I'm going to go and play on Pinterest for the rest of the day.