I called to set up our weekly trash removal today. You'd think that since we've been living in this house for five weeks we would have done that already, but we haven't. Christopher kept saying he'd do it but I felt bad since he already does so much so I took on the responsibility and never called anyone. Technically I did "research" by calling the all-knowing Aggie to discuss their trash people (as well as belly bands, spray paint, and Aidan's potty training or lack there of), but that was two weeks ago.
You might (or more likely not) be wondering where the trash from the last five weeks has gone. Christopher has either brought it to the dumpster at work (probably not smiled upon) or the dumpster at our old apartment (most certainly not smiled upon). I am one of the most rule following people on the face of the earth. I would never, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, knowingly go in the out door. If I ever knowingly go in the out door, you can just call the professionals and have me evaluated because SOMETHING IS NOT RIGHT. I was a little iffy about bringing our trash to the old apartment because we no longer pay for that trash service, but as Christopher (the non-rule following person to which I am married) pointed out, they charged us two arms and a leg to live there so we should still reap some benefits from all the months of rent. And so, while it was very hard on my conscience, I pretended not to notice when he loaded up the truck and drove over there.
Long story long, I called and we now have completely legal trash pickup scheduled for Monday morning. We had decided to not go with their recyclable service, but the lady started talking about how $1,000 a month from their recycling profits goes towards the Wounded Warrior Fund and wouldn't I love to help those in need? All you have to do is tell me something is going to help those in need and I'm all WHERE DO I SIGN? Besides, I am terrible at saying no when people ask for things and I figured I could always cancel later. You know what the problem with this is? I went with this company over the other because it was one dollar cheaper per quarter and a dollar saved is a dollar earned. The recycling cost $15 a quarter so I just lost us $14 in my attempts to save us one. Is anyone surprised I'm not a math teacher?
In other equally riveting life events, look what I have on the calendar for tomorrow.
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