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...