My Olympic Training Continues

The plan this morning was to take my son to his preschool "Donuts with Dad" festivities--and then go in late for work. In keeping with this plan, I slept in until my wife woke me at 7 am. After five minutes of deep reflection upon my pillow, I came to the sudden realization that it was garbage day again and there was no telling when I'd hear the rumble and squeak of the trash truck at the curb.

Now you may wonder why I didn't put the trash out the night before... but my friend, the reason is simple--we had near-freezing rain all last night, so I saved the trash for the morning. Quickly then, I threw on some jeans, a t-shirt, boots, and a hat, and started to collect the garbage from within the house.

Once I had the trash barrel rolled down to the curb, with the recycling bucket nestled beside it, and our Christmas tree set for pick-up (long story)--I felt a huge surge of relief. It was now time to harvest the cat's guano from his litter box and toss away our fast food Biggie cups lined up in the garage, but then, I heard the rumble and the squeak. So I tied up the cat's treasures and calmly walked down the drive to hand deliver the feline feces to the garbage man I did not tip this Christmas.