shuke said:I'm assuming it's because they have a septic field rather than city sewage line. However, this doesn't mean you can't have a disposal, it just means you have to be careful about how much you put down there and be sure not to put certain things.
Install one for them.
 
 That's about 1 step up from this.Funny, this is the first house I've ever owned where you have to bend down and open the cabinet to turn on the garbage disposal. I'm thinking of having my electrician move it.
Please go on.Oddly enough I've replaced 4 disposals in my life but never installed one. Fascinating, I know.
I don't think I purchased that particular upgrade.Or you could just go inside. Just saying.
Thanks for the suggestion, Bakersfield. Normal people don't burn stuff in their houses.Or you could just go inside. Just saying.
We don't either. http://www.valleyair.org/aqinfo/cbyb.htmThanks for the suggestion, Bakersfield. Normal people don't burn stuff in their houses.
Au contraire mon ami.
 
 So he named it after Rex Grossman instead?
"Rexland Acres". My grandfather owned a bunch of land there when it was first subdivided in the 1940s. 4 streets are named after my aunts and uncles. The story is that he was going to name the entire subdivision after my mom but he sold the land before it happened.
It's and absolute cesspool now.
Don't you sass me, young Mr. Somdejphramaharajmangalaja.Somebody had a liquid lunch.
:( You’re a great friend and great person with great magical space hair. You’re doing the right thing, though I understand why you still feel bad about it anyway. You can’t fix everything (or probably anything) for her, but it’s admirable how hard you’ve tried to. The friendship also sounds ridiculously imbalanced.My bipolar, alcoholic friend called from the ER again. She's been popping pain pills, and even though the ER is ready to discharge her, she was barely coherent. I refused to go and get her. I told her last time I was done cleaning up her messes, and I could not have been more serious.
I still feel like a miserable excuse for a human being.
You aren't one.My bipolar, alcoholic friend called from the ER again. She's been popping pain pills, and even though the ER is ready to discharge her, she was barely coherent. I refused to go and get her. I told her last time I was done cleaning up her messes, and I could not have been more serious.
I still feel like a miserable excuse for a human being.
I'd rather have that. At least I wouldn't have to open the cabinet.
you're doing the right thing. hang in there.My bipolar, alcoholic friend called from the ER again. She's been popping pain pills, and even though the ER is ready to discharge her, she was barely coherent. I refused to go and get her. I told her last time I was done cleaning up her messes, and I could not have been more serious.
I still feel like a miserable excuse for a human being.
this was the correct responseMy bipolar, alcoholic friend called from the ER again. She's been popping pain pills, and even though the ER is ready to discharge her, she was barely coherent. I refused to go and get her. I told her last time I was done cleaning up her messes, and I could not have been more serious
Ah that's how the addicts work the system. They abuse sympathy and good will until there's none left at which point they might sober up, or not. Not your problem, you did the right thing.My bipolar, alcoholic friend called from the ER again. She's been popping pain pills, and even though the ER is ready to discharge her, she was barely coherent. I refused to go and get her. I told her last time I was done cleaning up her messes, and I could not have been more serious.
I still feel like a miserable excuse for a human being.
Didn't you install the replacements?Oddly enough I've replaced 4 disposals in my life but never installed one. Fascinating, I know.
Who is @Homer J Simpson?I'm ordering Girl Scout cookies online.
Semantics. I would consider “installing” to include the plumbing and wiring.Didn't you install the replacements?
You’re not wrong in the least. It’s a two-way street. Being a good friend also includes not putting your friends in crappy positions over and over.My bipolar, alcoholic friend called from the ER again. She's been popping pain pills, and even though the ER is ready to discharge her, she was barely coherent. I refused to go and get her. I told her last time I was done cleaning up her messes, and I could not have been more serious.
I still feel like a miserable excuse for a human being.
tough as it sounds, you're not responsible for whatever she may do to herself.Thanks to all for the support. She just called to tell me she was home, that she was "not doing well," and that she loved me.
No, no, don't worry. I'm sure I'll be fine.tough as it sounds, you're not responsible for whatever she may do to herself.
i've received that call a number of times from someone in my life. thus far it has turned out to be nothing but a manipulative demand for attention. unfortunately, some people use vague threats to force people closer.
this would be a direct violation of the restraining orderNo, no, don't worry. I'm sure I'll be fine.
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Wrong post, Barb.
Get bent, Carol
Get well soon, Deb.
Way to crack the case, Donna
Nobody gives a ####, Ruth. We're talking about my kitchen.
I can't be the only one still thinking about krista's hidden crotch button, can I?Have a button installed under the sink and when you want to run the disposal, give it a bump with your crotch.
