The Day I Replaced the Garbage Disposal

So I got up this morning after a troubled night. Oh hooray for me. I figured it would be a horrible day. So I went ahead and got on with my day. Breakfast and run the dishwasher. After I got the washer going, I noticed water back up into the sink. The disposal usually fixes that so I ran it and it sounded off. I looked under the sink and...

Oh gross. The towel had been there because the disposal had been leaking and "it didn't seem bad" or "it wasn't leaking a while ago. Out of sight, out of mind.

At least there wasn't an awful stench.

To my dismay, I saw it was leaking while the disposal was going and I decided to get a good look and found this. That, my friends, is a huge crack spraying water. That isn't a leak at all.

So some texts later, I was told to go get a new disposal and wait til later or tomorrow. Nah. Ain't got no bla bla bla. I decided I'd do it myself. 

Water off? Check.

Electricity? Eh. Ellipses.

I had to forage for that sucker. I moved a few things around. Then it took about 10 minutes figuring out exactly which switch did what. Because some losers didn't label. Lazy labeling make more work.

Empty the sink of nasty water? Ew. Fine.

Make sure there are some experts somewhere.

And the fun began. I unplugged the disposal, disconnected the dishwasher drain and then the pipe.

After that, I had to get the badger disconnected from the flange and such. I was stuck so I had to research how the carnfarnded thing dismantled. Once that was solved, everything else was like buttah.

I had to disconnect the power cord because those things just aren't handed out right and left, you know.

I also had to get the flange doomahickey out of the sink hole. Helloww down therre!

New flange needs new play doh. Uh, silly putty. Cripes! Putter's plumby. No? Plumber's Putty! Those kindergarten skill DO come in handy!

Oh my, I didn't even realized what this looked like folks. AVERT YOUR EYES! Sorry about that, folks. 

(sortof)

New flange thingy! Shiney!

Because the instructions CLEARLY says that ALL power cords label everything as hot and neutral (that almost sounds kind of sexy, doesn't it?). Lazy labelers make more work.

Again, more research but Google First Page doesn't quite answer me so I refer to my previously taken photo of the same thing. This is where I'm glad I decided to document this experience. Otherwise, there'd have been some random ratio of a chance that my house would be burned down. S'mores, anyone?

Yes, that's me. Yes, I am magically wingardium leviosa-ing the hell out of a 20 some-odd pound piece of appliance. I had my little goblin work the magical moment capturing gadget so there'd actually be a shot of me in it. Better having her work that thing than another thing.

It's in! I did it! All by myself. It was fun. I'm proud of me!

Aaaaand then I had to clean this up.