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Saturday, July 2, 2011

Fringeville Edition #7, July 02 2011

So I get home from a double shift on Wednesday night, bushed to the core, and I see my darling wife taking the garbage out. God bless her, because all I could think on the drive home was: “Wednesday. Crap. I gotta put the #$%^$% garbage out!”

I saw her toss something on the ground.

“What’s that?” I asked as I walked across the driveway.

“It’s a dried up Christmas wreath.”

“They won’t take that.”

“They take lawn clippings.”

Well, lawn clipping don’t have bows, but I was too tired to make that point.

The garbage gets picked up on Thursdays. I snapped this Friday after work:

Ho, Ho, Ho! Nice try, honey...