takin out the trash

Confession....

I HATE big stinky garbages.

hate hate hate.
More than almost anything in the world.

I hate when they are overflowing and trash is falling on the floor every time someone bumps it the wrong way,

I hate trying to tie the bag shut amid the above mentioned overflowing garbage (Especially on bags that don't have the drawstrings. Those things are so nifty!)

I hate trying to get the bag out of the garbage can when it's so full it'll hardly budge,

I hate tossing the bag over my shoulder to haul it to the dumpster,

But more than anything else, I hate, double hate, quadruple hate, ten bajillion times hate...

Trying to do all these things when the garbage is stinky.

Eww, sick, gag, guhh....

In fact I believe the only pleasant thing that ever came from a garbage can is....you guessed it...

Oscar the Grouch

and he's not actually that pleasant, so I hardly think he counts as a redeeming quality for a trashcan.

(but he sure is cute!)