Confession #11: Jingle, Jingle

So for loving Christmas so much, I am really not much in the spirit of it presently. Today's Confession: Jingle, Jingle! Ho ho! All I want for Christmas is a little dignity. So, my washing machine has been acting out...but only on the delicate setting, which is the setting I use for my most prized articles of clothing. As a result, a dress which happens to make me feel so much prettier than I really am was ruined by soaking too long with a pair of blue jeans (as the timer on the machine is what is being quirky). So, I wake up this merry morning, with the intent to finally dispose of Thanksgiving leftovers (I know, that should be yet another confession, right? I didn't get rid of Thanksgiving leftovers until Christmas)...so I intend to dispose of these down the garbage disposal in my sink...after all, it is called a garbage disposal and its purpose is to grind up food, apparently, according to Wikipedia (I know, an excellent source of information) to transform food particles into water to effect more efficient disposal. So I empty a container of really old food into the sink, push it down the drain and flip the switch of the disposal to find that--oops, nothing happens. So, husband comes home from work, turns on the dishwasher, and finds that the food I attempted to get rid of is swimming in the water generated by the machine into the basin of the sink, and he says, "Did all that stuffing go down the disposal?" He follows that with, "I don't like putting whole food down the disposal." What implication would you see in this remark? Well, maybe I am just an irrational, emotional woman (confessions 12 and 13) but I inferred some blame was being transferred in my direction through that retort. I mean, who else puts food down the disposal in this two person family if he doesn't, right? What I want to know is this: if I shouldn't use a garbage disposal to dispose of food, what should I use it for? To top that off, I made my usual mint double chocolate cookies for Santa tonight (and we all know I am not Santa in this household) and I kept them in the oven a minute or so too long and they are crispy...I don't know about your Santa, people, but mine likes chewy, soft cookies, so I am feeling a bit crappy right now because #1 I ruined a dress that makes me feel like a hottie, #2 apparently, I ruined our garbage disposal by using it to grind food, and #3 I ruined my own cookie recipe by making the batch too crispy...I am a horrible, horrible wife because I have failed my domesticity this Christmas Eve, and on top of that, instead of thanking God for the birth of the savior he sent for me, I am throwing my very own pity party in cyber space.