Ooops...

Holy crap, its been a while since I posted anything.

How do I know this? Our pumpkin is so old, we renamed our pumpkin 'Grandpa' because it no longer has teeth.
Well, that is till little D kicked the face in one morning....now its just a lump of orange that my beloved keeps forgetting to throw out.

Just want to have a small rant here for a second. Why is it, that men don't listen to you? Seriously. I mean, sure, we women do have a reputation for nagging. For always commenting on this, or that or the other thing. But, believe it or not, if you listen closely...there is actually useful information in there. Really! If you take the time to listen...okay well lets put this into a story for better perspective.

Friday morning is when the garbage gets picked up. Been like that since I moved in three years ago. Except for when there is a holiday that Monday. Then we can deal with it on Saturday.
Having said that, every Thursday night, its big D's chore to take out the garbage and whatever recycling box it is that week. No...do not feel sorry for him people! He has this, and dishes. That's pretty much all I trust him with *smirk* so much training required....
*ahem* anyhoo...so now we all know the routine...lets continue.....
So, the Thursday that just passed, while doing our night time clean up I tell big D,
'Don't forget the garbage tonight.'
'I don't have to do it tonight. Garbage is on Saturday.'
'Are you sure?'
'Yup. It was Remembrance Day Monday, remember?'
Okay...this is true. Just to make sure, I look out the window. Thank god for neighbours.
'Well everyone else has their garbage out.' <---- ummm...HELLO! FIRST CLUE!
'Nah, it will be fine.'
'You sure?'
'Pfft, yeah. Besides, I'll be up way before they even get here if it happens.'
Okay, close curtain end scene. So the next morning, while he's upstairs and I'm making my precious brew of java...what do I hear? The magical sound of the garbage truck and big D cursing.
And we wonder why our three year old swears.

I hate to say this, (no I don't, I really love it) but I told you so. *big hugs*

So...the next time I say something and stand by it (which I admit, sometimes I am wrong but there are times when my brilliant mind gets ignored) I shall remind my sexy big D about the story of that wonderful morning. And not just for me. But for all the women in the world who chuckled while watching their husbands chase down garbage trucks in their bath robes.

*huggles and kissles*