Garbage Enemy #1

Today is garbage day.
My husband got a biggish TV for his birthday this year, and I decided to put the box on the curb next to the garbage can. I wasn't sure the garbage man would take the box, but I figured it was worth a try. (It's been in my kitchen for a week.) When I heard him down the street I went into my daughter's room and looked out the blinds to see if he would take it. He dumped the garbage, and then climbed out of the truck and looked at the box. And looked up at the truck. And looked at the box. And looked in the box. ---At this point I should have run outside and told him it was just fine if he didn't take it!--- Then, he picked it up and tossed it into the air. I held my breath--it looked like it wasn't going to make it!--it teetered, and went into the truck. A little piece fell out, but he picked it up and threw it in. I sighed a sigh of relief... but... the box was still sort-of perched on top of the garbage... and the garbage man spent the next 10 minutes (at least! It felt much longer!) pushing this lever, and pulling that lever, and climbing inside the truck and jumping on the box, and pushing that lever again, and pulling that lever, and getting in the truck and pushing the gas to give the first lever more power... And, I wanted to go outside and apologize, but then he would know I had been watching, and he was sort-of a big guy... I hope I didn't ruin his day with my stupid box! I think next week I'd better leave some cookies on the garbage can, or something!

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PS. Yesterday's post must have tempted fate in some cruel way. Devon woke up at 1:30AM and threw up all over himself and his bedding. He spent the rest of the night in my bed, waking every 30 minutes-1 hour and trying to throw up stomach acid into a large bowl from the kitchen. Thankfully, he is asleep at the moment, and has managed to keep down a little apple juice and cream of wheat.