Tonight has been rough at my house - I was on the computer before dinner, working on my letter of intent (applying to grad school and all that - I have to have something to give my professors to induce them to write me a good recommendation!), when I heard a crash from my son's room. I jumped up and ran into his room, asking if he was okay, and what the crash was. He said he was swinging his bag of chess pieces and hit the side of the fishtank.
Now, this is a 10 gallon tank that has water in it, but no fish currently. The last fish jumped to its death a while ago, but I've kept the tank running until my son decides if he wants more fish. I guess the answer to that is no, now. When he hit the side of the tank, he cracked the glass and actually broke out several large chunks of glass. fortunately, the missing pieces were above the water line, and the crack was only oozing water slowly, so I was able to go to the basement and get a bucket, and start siphoning the water out in an orderly fashion.
Of course, while I was doing this, my husband was washing some dishes, and I heard him start cursing from the kitchen. Naturally, he didn't check the disposal before running it, and missed the metal measuring cup that had fallen into it. The handle put a 3" hole in the side of the disposal, and water poured all over the kitchen floor (as well as flooding the cabinet under the sink).
Here is a photo of the hole - lovely, isn't it? Son and I went rushing into the kitchen with towels to mop up the water, and husband gets to spend a few hours tomorrow going to the home store and buying a new disposal and then installing it. Oh, joy!
Broken fishtank is now out at the street waiting for the garbagemen to take it away, and my dishwasher is waiting until tomorrow to run tonight's dishes. But at least my roof isn't leaking anymore! Now, if only we could as easily fix the leaky bathtub, I wouldn't have to listen to complaints every time my son has to shower instead of bathe!