I shaved and showered on Tuesday and then sat and got dried
off for the main event. It was like -5 degrees or something with wind chills in
the low -20’s. But, I had a mission!
I sent my boss a text, saying I wouldn’t be in. Then I put
on my clothes and my down coat, hat and gloves, AND I TOOK THE TRASH CAN OUT TO
THE ROAD!!!
Vicky had went to work and sent me a text, offering to bring
me a sandwich. She said she would just heat up her leftovers. I said, “No!” and
told her to get me the #4 (Turkey) sandwich at Jimmy Johns and buy herself
whatever she liked. That way I could eat her leftovers for my dinner (I ain’t
no fool!)
She showed up a little after noon and we ate lunch in the
kitchen. I dug out a bottle of McClure’s pickles from the pantry and added that
to our feast. I managed to choke down half of my turkey sub.
Now, here’s what puzzled me. I’ve been sick as a dog for the
last five days because of her, but she’s not that sick! WTF?
She offered to bring my trashcan in, but the garbage men
hadn’t got here yet. So, she left for work and I went back to bed.
I woke up around 5:00 p.m. I checked outside and saw my
trashcan lid, but no trashcan! WTF???
I ate the other half of my sandwich and another pickle (the
pickle felt good on my poor throat) and went back to bed. My Puerto Rican
dinner will have to wait…
I woke up to the beginning of the Tonight Show. I listened
to Jimmy Fallon’s monologue and then back to bed…
Do you intentionally foreshadow in your posts? Like one day you're all excited about the time you're spending with your trash can and the next, life rips it away from you.
ReplyDeleteLOL! Never thought about it. I was just happy to be able to walk out to the road and back!
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