Call me quirky, but on a morning when my overflowing recycling gets out to the curb on time, I'm as happy as a clam. Crazy, I know, but thrilling nonetheless!Nothing gets me out of bed faster on the every other Friday morning than knowing I have to beat (yes, this is a race) the recycling guy to the curb before he passes. I've even been known to pre-empt the challenge and put the recyclables out the night before. But not last night--we were amidst downpour and I couldn't, in good conscience, sacrifice my cardboard to wetness.
Alas, the race this morning... and my subsequent triumph!
Eat my dust, Mr. Recycle Guy! :)
It is a good day.
God bless.
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