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.
Oh joy.
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Back in the States again.
About Me
- She Who
- Some where over "whatever", St. Louis Area, United States
- Weird, Wacko sense of humor. I'm a little OCD and a lot of ADD. Throw in a husband, two grown boys, a recent move back to the States, and life is interesting.
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- The Clothes Jumped Out of the Bags
- Packing a Van Is a Lost Art
- Storage Move with Boxes
- What I'll Miss
- My Dumpster Gives Me Freedom
- Crazy Days
- For a Married Woman, My Social Calendar Is Really ...
- I Am So Vain
- Can You See Me Crying??
- We're Getting a Little Crazy Here
- This Marriage Can Be Saved
- Gries
- Happy Mother's Day to Me
- Drink our Booze Night
- Uncle Jack, I'll Miss You
- Spousal Unit Returns
- Garbage Cans
- Don't Tell My Children, They'll Gag.
- My heart Goes Out, Yet Again
- Please Read
- An Answer for Kim
- Vogelbach House
- I'm Gonna be...So Dead Meat
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1 comment:
HA! I have to drag mine through the back yard, so since it's been raining the last two days, they are still in the alley, where they will stay until it stop raining and I can navigate the mud puddles in the yard.
I need new ones - squirrels or racoons have clawed holes in the lids. Do they still make those old-fashioned shiny aluminum ones? That's what I need.
PS - I got your card. Danke!
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