For the 17th consecutive week, I forgot to have Josh take the garbage out on garbage day. So when I saw the truck rumble up to our neighbor’s driveway, I grabbed my coat and rushed out.

But, rewind, this was a weird morning where Josh was actually here when the children awoke. (Since he didn’t roll in until 4am this morning.) So I wanted to celebrate the occasion with French toast and scrambled eggs. Only, in doing so, I sacrificed my opportunity to shower.

So, fast forward, I ran out to take the garbage to the curb, then backed up about 10 feet, but stayed to retrieve the garbage can when he was done with it.

Only, he saw my distance as offensive and responded with, “It’s okay, I don’t bite.”

Well, shoot. In an effort to keep someone else from discovering my disgusting appearance, I made HIM feel disgusting.

There’s probably a lesson to be learned here, but as I have to go wipe a poopy butt right now, let’s just suffice it to say that the stigma placed upon the garbage men in our society just isn’t fair.