January 12, 2005

I love it when

the garbage bag breaks on you halfway to the dumpster and you get to litter, and then clean, the sidewalk of all your trash--chicken bones, tissues, pieces of glass, mushy cereal remains. A ball really; next time I'll send out invites so more than one little kid can watch me embarrass myself.

It's just a little less fun then a root canal maybe.

No, I'm not having a fun day. Why do you ask?

Posted by Rachel Ann at January 12, 2005 11:54 AM


My sympathies.

Posted by: TulipGirl at January 12, 2005 07:48 PM

Think of it as educating the young. They should see that it's important to clean up, even unintentional messes.

Posted by: muse at January 13, 2005 04:45 AM

Been There... Done That and it ain't pretty!

Posted by: Hokule'a at January 13, 2005 09:20 AM

Groaaaan...tell me about it !

Posted by: Pincushion at January 13, 2005 07:02 PM

Oh..sorry..I've been there, it's not a pretty thing. Glad you survived.

Posted by: deb at January 13, 2005 10:16 PM

The word picture gave me a good chuckle - does that help *grin* and (((hugs))

Posted by: Andrea at January 13, 2005 10:56 PM

It's better than sanitary products being thrown all around. Yup, it sure is better than that!

Posted by: RobinP at January 14, 2005 01:21 AM

Hmmm... as opposed to setting it outside the back door, forgetting it for an hour, and getting back to it only to find the bears have scattered it across 3 neighbour's yards?

Hope your day improved. It did, didn't it???


Posted by: Light & Dark at January 15, 2005 04:08 AM
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