Chore for the day is to install a new disposer in the kitchen. Fun times.
More power to you. I can't do any plumbing stuff like that, cause I can't get myself contorted enough to get under the sink. Or if I did, I feel like I'd never get back up.
Disposers are pretty easy, unless installed by assholes. Barring that, the work is done from a sitting position. Don't have to crawl in with it. Unplug from the wall, take out two screws for the drain pipe, loosen a third screw and pull the dishwasher hose off, slip a screwdriver into one of the eyes of the coupling and turn clockwise, and slip the old disposer out. Wipe up the inevitable drips. Disconnect the cord from the old disposer, wire it into the new one with wire caps, and anchor with electrical tape. Slip it into place and spin the coupler counterclockwise, hook the drain back up, hook the dishwasher hose back up. Make sure everything's tight, turn on the water, run the new disposer, and check for leaks. Done.
To make the wife sympathetic, scatter tools everywhere, cuss a lot, mutter about the damned engineers who design this shit, and pretend to hurt yourself a coupla times. Then, when it's done and you've put a the tools away, she'll say, "Thank you so much. It's wonderful. You're amazing. You should go have a drink and a cigar."
