I kid you not. What I think is especially funny is that I heard the garbage truck as I was typing the last entry, the very entry that described our neighbor's very weird behavior and yet stupidly, I didn't go running out to the curb and save our clearly marked can from the Great Unknown. Oh no - that would have logical. Instead, I finished the entry, published it, and promptly sat my bum on the couch and watched approximately 42 minutes of 'The Real Housewives of New York.'
Despite having just written an entry about losing our garbage can, my brain didn't register this irony.
By the time Scotty woke up and I had grown tired of LuAnn/Alex/Jill/Bethenny & Co arguing (it was a rerun from last season), I completely forgot to check the curb. It wasn't until we got back from our playdate later that afternoon and I checked the mail did I think, "Hey! It was garbage day!" And just like that, I realized, it was gone.
And we are now officially one can short. Again.
I will say, this time I'm doing things differently. Because it's our can. Our house address is on the side. We have already retrieved our can from the neighbors once before; now what is their excuse going to be? I can only imagine.
Because I will say this: it's on. Oh, it is so on. Monday is the next garbage day, and while Garbage Man may cometh, I will taketh away. I am not messing around. Screw this whole "neighborly" niceness. Here's an idea: stop taking our can!
If necessary, I will walk over there in my jammies and demand the safe return of our can.
Because it's our can.
So stayed tuned. Monday should be an exciting day.
Oh, and happy Easter! Peace, love, and all that jazz.