I swear to god, the trash guys are trying to lose my trash an lid. Just saw one wrench it from its tiedown and toss it into the middle of the alley

A benefit I hadn't thought of of our new city-provided trash cans!

A benefit I hadn't thought of of our new city-provided trash cans!

I love our city-provided trash cans, because they're roll-y carts, which makes them much easier to take out/bring in (I either dragged the old ones, which eventually destroyed the bottoms, or carried them, which wasn't that great on my back). (Now that I work from home, I have become the de facto trash cart taker-outer/bringer-in-er. At least for the non-snowy months.)

Oh yeah, the rolliness is the benefit I did know.

It's so hard to replace blown away trash can lids. Unless somebody else's blows into your yard.

I went out on an early-morning expedition to get Chumley's prescription cat food, which I have to swing by the vet's to get. Did he prefer the chicken or tuna flavor, the vet tech asked me. "He likes food," I said, quite truthfully.

It's a long time since I had to come up with my own trash can.

"Ask yourself the three things you must always ask yourself before you say anything. 1) Does this need to be said? 2) Does this need to be said by me? 3) “Does this need to be said by me now?"

This is what I spend the majority of my time at work thinking. And I so rarely know the correct answer.

Shadow won't eat his prescription cat food. I put it in his bowl and he gives me the look of "Daddy just fed me the yummy treats and the gooshy food." And I tell him, "Don't play that card, kid, Daddy bought two bags of this stuff for you."

Vlad thinks the Swiffer is his mortal enemy, and chases it. Of course, he also thinks the kitchen chairs are his mortal enemies.

My friend's basset hound Chopper has learned how to turn on the Roomba just so he can chase it around and bark at it.

Thank you for the scanned burrito, -t. It was virtually delicious.

This is the first place I've ever lived that had garbage pickup. Before, it was apartment complexes with communal dumpsters, and I can't remember about the Nashville house, but I think we took our garbage to the dump ourselves. This may explain why I like watching the garbage guys throw my trash into their big truck on Tuesday mornings. It's so efficient; the truck picks up the bin and the garbageman doesn't even have to touch the trash.

When I was a kid we divided our garbage into stuff we burned, stuff that went in the manure spreader and stuff we hauled to the dump. My job was burning stuff, which was fun.