I’m talking trash this week. Yep, TRASH! Every week I have at least seven tall kitchen bags to be hauled off by the trash man. It has to be in bags that are completely closed with no loose trash in the can. In fact I tie a bow on it! Seems they want it "GIFT WRAPPED!" Too, they want it out by eight a.m. on the trash day. They don’t pick it up till eleven or twelve, but it must be OUT AND READY BY EIGHT!
Z really doesn’t contribute that much to the household trash. And, I wondered, "why am I so trashy and Z isn’t? Well, the mystery was solved when I opened up the door to his pickup! There it was, on the seats and on the floorboard. Mounds of TRASH! And, the other little pickup was the same. Not to worry, the beds of the pickups were full, too!
So, from here on out, when Z asks me where something is? I’m going to tell him, "LOOK IN YOUR PICKUPS!"
P.S. Then there’s old Cousin Louie that has to find a place to ride amongst all that TRASH! And Z’s isn’t in tall kitchen bags with bows!