It's garbage day here in PottyMouthMama Town.
You might well be sitting there on your over-stuffed couch thinking, well who cares?
You will care. Trust me, you will.
Matt got home late from drawing, and I presented him with the news that we had to put the bins out. I am sure he was thinking - why didn't you put them out earlier, but Matt is too polite to say so. (PHEW!)
Our recycling bins cups had runneth over and in our house was an avalanche of recycling with nowhere to go. I snuck out and shoved it into our neighbours recycling bin. No harm done, right? I was just sharing the community spirit and sharing our garbage around. I'm sure Matt was thinking what the heck is this nutter doing in the darkness - and where the heck is she? I can hear her, but I can't see her. Then I came back from across the road and my late night rendezvous with the bins.
We stumbled back in from the darkness, got ready for bed and dove under the covers.
By this time it was eleven-thirty. This is when I recount my day and always have my most brilliant ideas (that I am pretty sure Matt thinks are naff to the max).
It was then that it struck me. Tiny may have accidentally tossed out one of the kid spoons earlier in the day and I'd forgotten to check. So I dragged Matt out of bed totally against his will - (we don't have a torch, oh Lexxxxxxi, it's almost midnight, it's too cold).
Meanwhile I gloved up with my mobile acting as a beacon. I was out the door and rifling through our bin which was not a tasty midnight endeavour. If our neighbours are watching they're seriously thinking - the nutters have just gotten nuttier.
But I found that damn spoon. I was right. I was triumphant. If I could convince Matt to carry me back into the house on his shoulders, I would have. If I had some champagne chilled I would have cracked it open.
Cute embroidered cushion from Pwackets. And for real - there was a dish (albeit broken) in the bag with the spoon. We're living the nursery rhyme dream peeps.