I hate garbage day. Actually, I enjoy getting rid of the garbage, but I hate all the politics surrounding my garbage. It used to be nice and easy, when all you had to do was drag your Heftys down to the bottom of the driveway. But now there is much sorting and breaking down of boxes and endless discussions about whether or not various items will be accepted by the Blue Box Men. For example, the BBM do not like the annoying, difficult to open plastic containers that the powdery donuts at the grocery store come in. If they see one in your blue box, they will chuck it unceremoniously onto your lawn.
I also don't like having limitations on my garbage disposal. What if I happen to have more than 4 bags? They only pick it up every other week, for crying out loud, and we quite often will have an extra bag or two. Fortunately, we have single people living on either side of us...let's just say we're often amazed at how much garbage Errol and Audrey can generate.
I was very proud of myself today because I managed to get rid of all nine bags that we had in the garage. Don't ask me how we generated all that. My guess is that it had something to do with the 5 extra bodies living in the house within the past 10 days. One bag alone had to be diapers. I'm sure I look like a lunatic, jogging up and down the driveway and dashing next door to stealthily drop bags of trash at my neighbours' in my stripey pajama pants. To make things even better, today I picked up a stick from my driveway, thinking that I would toss it up onto my lawn. However, the stick got caught on my mitten, and I wound up beaning myself in the head with it. To anyone watching, it would have looked as though I picked up the stick, held it out at arm's length to examine it and then deliberately clocked myself with it. Ahh...Poetry in motion.
Next week, Darren's on garbage duty.
I also don't like having limitations on my garbage disposal. What if I happen to have more than 4 bags? They only pick it up every other week, for crying out loud, and we quite often will have an extra bag or two. Fortunately, we have single people living on either side of us...let's just say we're often amazed at how much garbage Errol and Audrey can generate.
I was very proud of myself today because I managed to get rid of all nine bags that we had in the garage. Don't ask me how we generated all that. My guess is that it had something to do with the 5 extra bodies living in the house within the past 10 days. One bag alone had to be diapers. I'm sure I look like a lunatic, jogging up and down the driveway and dashing next door to stealthily drop bags of trash at my neighbours' in my stripey pajama pants. To make things even better, today I picked up a stick from my driveway, thinking that I would toss it up onto my lawn. However, the stick got caught on my mitten, and I wound up beaning myself in the head with it. To anyone watching, it would have looked as though I picked up the stick, held it out at arm's length to examine it and then deliberately clocked myself with it. Ahh...Poetry in motion.
Next week, Darren's on garbage duty.
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