Today I went to the dump by myself for the very first time. Us country folk don't have that fancy curbside pick-up. We could get private service, but where's the fun in that? I like hauling my own trash it hold us accountable for how much waste we are producing. Usually Tom does the dump run on the weekend but this time it was personal.
This morning I heard grumblings in the fridge. It seems the leftover fried rice and lo mein were forming a revolt. It was to be lead by the freezer burnt chicken and chocolate pudding cup since they are the oldest denizens of the Kenmore. I had only one choice. Lead a surprise premptive attack. I wrestled their containers into separate bags (to prevent further trouble.) But then I was left with a dilemma. Could they be trusted in the garage? I think not. Now they are in the community solid waste transfer station. I'll leave whatever comes next to the professionals.