Wagging Tail-1216

One of the highlights of my Mother’s week is getting the trash out on time.

When there is a holiday it gets her all flustered because things are not happening as they should.

The trash people get the holiday off to so they come one day late. How deeply inconsiderate.

She has to remember not to wake up fifteen minutes earlier which is a recipe for disaster.

It keeps her shuffling around all night worrying that maybe they won’t come a day late and that she’ll miss them and all the stinky stuff will not be taken and it will accumulate in our garage and it will bring flies and that they will get into the house and land on our food and make us sick and and and and it’s just too much.

So when she has panicked enough she eventually passes out and that’s when I swing into action.

Blessing#1817-White Nights