My husband and I have this thing going at our house. He refuses to take out the trash and I refuse to take it out for him. So I've become extremely talented at precariously balancing trash on the top of the trash can in the kitchen. When it gets really tall, I refer to it as "Mount Trashmore" and point out that I think I can see his face sculpted in the trash. We've come to think of it as sort of a competition at this point. He waits to see how long it will be before he has to take it out and I see just how high I can stack it before there's a trashvalanche ( I can't believe that word isn't in the spellchecker. Huh.). I also like to booby trap the whole deal by adding coffee grounds to an empty Happy Meal container or cover the top of the inside layer with old spaghetti so that he can't push it down with his hand (heh heh heh). I can stack it higher than he can stand it and the fear of the booby traps (or maybe it's just my constant BITCHING) always seems to win the contest.
Check out that Happy Meal container....how did I miss a Jolly Roger Eye Patch! I could have used that this week!
1 comment:
PAH! That's nothing. You should see my trash creations. It is like garbage Jenga! We must have similar husbands!
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