i just had to run outside in a sweatshirt, braless, to get my trash out because this will have been the third week in a row that i've forgotten to take it out. it's not too big a deal regading space, because i have 96 gal cans, and my kids only 1/2 the time. however, the putrid stench from trash baking in the afternoon sun is rather nauseating(i gagged as i hauled one of the cans to the curb; i went over a little bump and some of the air from inside the can wafted into my face). i didn't miss the regular trash truck, but did have to take my recyclables across the street (not for the first time). mr.trashman was very nice about it, and i did explain in broken spanish that i go to school at night and am too tired to take it out the night before when i get home. of course, that just means that i should be taking it out before i go to class, yeah, i know.
did i also mention that i think i'm pmsing?
that or suffering from css: current situational syndrome...
i just typed a bunch of stuff about how awful my week is starting out, which included sleeping last night with my front door unlocked (rapists and murders, c'mon down!! the price is right! it's free!!), but decided to delete it because it just went on and on and on and on and on......
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at least you remembered to put on a sweater.
maybe we should make a trade: wakeup calls in exchange for constant reminding to lock up your house and take out your trash.
sorry to hear that your week is starting out not so good.
hey! you didn't get my joke about "fracking"!
and you call yourself a bsg fan...
the solution is quite easy, my dear. sweet talk the guy next door to come over and take your trash and recycling bins out every tie he does his. He's got to take his out anyways, he might enjoy the gratitude. Chances are that his wife doesn't give him much.
heh, i read the post while missing the title. i am a poor bsg fan :-(
what lotus said. sweet talk from women always work with us lonely guys.
hey, wait a minute . . . i'm not lonely. . . i'm harried.
ok, then. sweet talk from women always works with us lonely or harried guys.
TofU missed the title... for shame... It was the first thing Ronin noticed and noted.
harried-beset by disturbing problems; harassed.
Superman, say it isn't so. Do you mean to tell me that even with all your good deeds (saving the world, fighting for truth, justice, etc.), there are those who still demand more of your time? There are those still aren't satisifed? There are those who...
Ah well, what do you expect. You're Superman...
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