I have successfully forgotten to put my trash bins out to the curb for pickup…going on possibly 4 weeks now. I have two of them…and it’s just me and not a lot of trash…however I needed them empty for the Great Tree/Shrub Removal that is set to happen at my house this week. GAK! I ran one out to the curb this morning in the pouring down…POURING DOWN rain. Usually I hear the trucks come by and since I went to bed at 9pm last night I was awake early and haven’t heard anything…but we’ll see.
I mean what the hell Zelda?
Thanks for your support and sharp sticks and threats of violence in my last post. Well, the threats of violence came in form of email and came from the future, but he knew it was just what I needed. I’m ok. Isn’t the difference a day makes amazing?
Continiously amazed at this life.
my cats have lost their minds. Sammy is trying to eat the futon legs. Stormy wants lovin loving lovin. Oh wait. Sammy is not trying to climb the sliding glass patio door in order to chase the raindrops. Special Bus anyone??? Maybe he’s been over to the hippies house and had a brownie or two…his pupils are HUGE! I know he goes over there because he comes home smelling of patchouli. Perhaps the single WORST SCENT in the universe. Gert looked at me one time at the bookshop after a particularly odifirious client left and said, “if you ever had smelled like that we would have never been friends.” to which I replied “fuckin-a right sister”
anyways. Didn’t go to happy hour with MGirl last night. I owe her a wingman night really soon…I did however come home and take a three hour nap. Grilled some tequilia lime chicken, then took myself to the bed again at 9. Is sleep a sign of depression? or just from being tired. Whatever the case, I don’t feel either this morning so that’s just awesome blossom.
what’s next?
Misti Ridiculous 
If you feel awesome instead of feeling like more sleep then it’s a sign that you needed a fucking nap. 🙂
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Right on Kizz!One time around the Christmas holiday, we managed to miss two garbage days. Our garbage bin was ridiculously full. We didn’t put it out for the next week because we thought they wouldn’t pick up on New Year’s day (right?). We were so wrong. I jolted awake when I heard the truck down the street and started hollering at Chris. I gave a running commentary of how many houses down the truck was as Chris stumbled into pants and shoes. He got the bin out there just as the truck made it to our house. Some times I get a wicked urge to run garbage drills on Chris just because of this.
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oh sweet mother that visual made me hork the coffee out of my nose. yes. that will stay with me all day long. muah!!!
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