Tuesday's Tale

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…