Wednesday, March 18, 2009


I have spent a whole lot of time whining lately, so I want to tell this story. It's still got the whine, of course. I gotta be me.

Yesterday, while driving from my first job to my second job at 8:00 a.m., and feeling a little blurry-eyed, I saw a garbage truck. I thought, "Oh my god, I don't remember putting the garbage on the street."

And then I realized I didn't remember putting the garbage on the street for a long time now. And yet, it gets there. This is because of my darling much maligned, over-worked, under appreciated, etc. etc. husband. He does it (or gets Joseph to do it) every Friday. Or is it Monday? It's some day and I don't have to know when, because he does. Isn't that fabulous?

Thank you Bob. I love you.

(He won't read this, but oh well.)


Yaya said...

Aw! That's sweet!

Yaya said...

Thanks for your advice on my vlog. You're right...I'm in the 'waiting game' and it's so boring. There's nothing I can do to feel like I'm being active in attaining my goals anymore except wait.