Ah, Christmas.

If you would like to read about our a-little-more-exciting-than-we-wanted-it-to-be Christmas morning, it's here on my husband's blog.

I love my garbage collector.

I'm sure there's a more PC name for a garbage man (waste management technician?), but I don't care. Our trash is normally picked up twice a week, but due to the ice there haven't been any dumpster-emptyings for just over two weeks. It really did not help at all that Christmas Day fell during that two-week time period. There was a pile of bags at least as big as the 4-cubic yard dumpster right in front of it. Not to mention the five bags or so we had in the house, waiting to go out as soon as we could get within 20 feet of the actual dumpster.

The garbage truck came today. The dumpster was emptied, refilled, and emptied again. Lots of full trash bags are now out of my house and awaiting the next pick up on Friday. Hallelujah!

Now I'm just waiting for the recycle truck so I can be rid of my small mountain of empty boxes and milk jugs.

Just a thought.

I cannot wait for the days to start getting longer. 3:30 is just way too early to have to turn on the lights.