I love garbage cans. Heavy sarcasm.
The Spousal unit has been gone for close to two weeks. He left just before garbage day. He was not here to take out the cans.
I have been taking them out the past few times.
The lane is long and I can't walk, roll them out, so I load them onto the truck.
I need a step stool to climb into the bed of the truck, to pull them up, to load them.
Every time I load them, I get new colors, somewhere on my body to show my pride of getting the garbage out.