The Trash Man Cometh
Well im not sure what everyone calls them but I call them the trash man or the garbage man and he comes every Tuesday morning, early to pick up my weeks worth of garbage. It is my 17 year old sons job to take out the trash, mow the lawn and make sure that the trash cans or bins are at the curb every Tuesday morning before pickup. I should have known better but last night being Monday night my son had his girlfriend over and in reminding him about the said trash cans, i think i would have had more response out of my cat, but he promised he would take care of the them so while he was taking his girlfriend home i went to bed happy in the fact that this said chore would happen.
So, today being an election day for me i slept in cause he didn't have school this morning and I thought this is going to be nice cause i don't sleep much as it is and getting to sleep in is a real treat. Well not so much, i was awakened by the sound of the garbage truck banging around on the street over from me. I quickly jumped out of bed and ran out my back door to see if the said chore had been done and not to my surprise it hadn't. I ran back inside hurridly put on my flip flops becasue contrary to popular belief i do wear shoes from time to time and ran outside grabbed the trash cans and ran them to the curb. Do you know how unexciteable Eyeeore pajamas really are? Not a hoot nor a holler, nor a wink or a whistle from said garbage men, i thought i would at least get a nod but no, trash was collected and on their merry way.
I guess I will wear my Madonna rocket bra to mow the lawn!
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