The new Dyson Root 6.I gotta get it.
I know, I know... that and a life.
When you leave them in the morning, they stick their nose in the door crack and stand there like a portrait until you turn the key eight hours later. - Erma Bombeck
The first in a series,
today we feature the Catapult!
Photo courtesy of Wikipedia: Search catapult!
Ingredients, as follows:
And last, but certainly the most critical ingredient:
10. Neighbors with a new swimming pool and a penchant for country music radio, loud conversations, swearing, and all afternoon to the wee hours of the morning parties, every single freaking weekend.
Background
I live in a great neighborhood with large, shady trees. It was established in the late 1940's, early 1950's and has remained, for the very most part, really well maintained. People take pride in their homes and look out for each other. You can't beat it's location and it's just a great place to live. But like many old neighborhoods, it has sadly found itself on a sort of edge. It's most outward edge has become... shall we say, risky.
Rolling the Trash to the Curb
In the past, it was a given that you had the inalienable right to roll your trash to the curb the night before pick-up, without so much a glancing thought that someone would enter that sanctified container.
That, my friend, is the past. Witness:
All of this said, I've made it a rule to wait until morning to roll my trash to the curb.
Tonight, however, I feel safe. With pride and a sense of giddy amusement, I rolled my city-issued trash can to the curb.
Why pride and amusement?
Right on top of the weekly garbage, I placed a huge bag of dog poop.
Over the weekend, I saw the results of a GERM study on the news:
This is not something I've never considered before. I've always been a slight germaphobe, and have avoided touching ANYthing in the doctor's office. You see, I'm usually there NOT because I'm "sick", but because I'm having a wellness exam or maybe a sore foot or something.
I usually sit there quietly, with my hands tucked up under my armpits, staring at the fish tank. The problem is, everyone likes to sit near the fish tank... and I don't want to sit with them!
So today, I went prepared... armed with my own POTTERY BARN CATALOG! And trust me, I didn't let IT touch anything either.
DAY ONE: MONDAY
DAY TWO: TUESDAY
