Well, I'm right proud of myself this mornin'--I remembered it was trash day before the trash truck pulled up in front of my house. I really needed to put the trash out this morning. When my son visited on Christmas Day, he went diggin' thru his old closet for his old back-pack. He found it, all right, complete with a lunch that I had fixed for him nearly a year ago. Kept thinkin' I smelled somethin' in there, but thought it was a pair of dirty socks. Tore up the room lookin' for the socks & never found them, so then thought there must be somethin' dead in the attic--still a mystery 'til he found that lunch. He's really into selling things on E-Bay, so I suggested that maybe he try to find some image on his old sandwich--You know, like the grilled cheese Virgin Mary--'Cept as bad as this smelled, maybe it would be the image of Osama bin Laden instead. He thought we jest needed to put it in the trash.
Anyway, I'm really glad I remembered to put the trash out this mornin.'
Unfortunately, I have to go to work this mornin.' Didja know that the only day of the year that the Walmart here is not open is Christmas Day? 'Tween workin' there & gettin' stuff I need, it's also the only day all year that I was not there, 'cept when I go to the big city to see my daughter & spend the night, which is not too often. Too much traffic, and I get lost too easy. I'm jes' a small town gal, y'know.
Posted by Moona at December 27, 2004 08:50 AM | TrackBack