Nice Shoes!

This morning I woke up to a loud truck passing by.  It instantly made me think of the garbage truck.  Which then made me think "Is it Tuesday? YES, it is!" I then remembered that I did NOT roll out the overflowing garbage can to the curb last night. 

We have garbage pick-up once a week.  And unfortunately, we have a completely full, if not OVERFLOWING, wheeled garbage can each week.  If we dare miss a trash day by neglecting to pull the wheely can to the curb, it's a hot (stinky) mess in that garage by the NEXT Tuesday.

So, thinking that the garbage tru...excuse me, Waste Management Vehicle, is about to be passing up my trashy abode, I jumped out of bed and hit the floor running.  It had been raining so I quickly slipped on Nathan's size 11 crocs, lest I get my bare feet wet.  As I'm opening up the garage door I thought, it's only 7:00 am, so hopefully there aren't any neighbors stirring or cars passing by yet. Not that I care that much if anybody saw me being awkwardly (because they're stinkin size 11's) pulled down the driveway by the heavy wheely can in my pajamas with messy hair and yesterday's make-up under my eyes. 

I'm about half way down the driveway when I hear "Nice shoes!" 
Awww, crap!!, I thought.  I turned to see who'd caught me and I see my next door neighbor is walking out to his truck.  (Even though we've lived here since July, I've only seen him and talked to him once. ...nice. -not him, the situation.  Well, I guess he's nice...except for his stupid, barking dog that I'd like to CHOKE most days...ANYWAY, that's another rant for another day!) 

You know when you wake up startled by something and your first words of the day come out warbled and jumbly and don't make complete sense?  Yeah, that was me at that moment.  I stuttered something like "I, I, thought I heard big truck.  Forgot to take it to the trash last night."  In my head I'm going (WHAAATTTT???)

He smiled and said, "Yes, you heard a big truck."  That was all.  He got in his truck and left.  Now that I think about it, I think his truck was running.  It was probably HIS truck I heard start up!  Oh well.

I probably looked like the village...or neighborhood idiot this morning, but...I got that trash out in time!