Ah, it is Wednesday and I have yet to write anything here this week.
To give you an example of how distracted I am lately, I will tell you the tale of two trash cans.
Because of the placement of our neighbor's driveway, they place their trash cans in front of our place. Whatever.
Last week after the trash had been picked up, I was backing up out of our garage and Mr. P yelled, "Don't go, there are trash cans in the way!" Well, we were running a tad late for school and I figured the child just meant that a trashcan was sort of blocking the exit. Well darn if I couldn't even see the damn things as they were right behind my car! So I wound up knocking two of them over.
So I jump (exaggeration as me at 17 weeks pregnant does not "jump" anywhere) out and pull them into our garage so as to be able to get out.
And for the entire week after, there has been a lone trash can sitting there, with no home to go to. I kept moving it into the neighbor's driveway, but they kept moving it back in front of my house. Which was pissing me off, because it wasn't my trash can.
I was talking to another neighbor and asked if she knew whose trash can it could be. Well, she didn't but she said she would call the city, as each trash can has a serial number on it.
So she calls me and says, "The lady from the city said that the trash can was linked to the address XXXXX." Uh, wait, that's my address!
Turns out I had taken the wrong trash can, and the one sitting out lonely and bereft was mine the whole time. Meanwhile, the neighbor's can was sitting in my garage.
I never liked them anyway.