When I was in NY, Nate did a great job keeping house. He made sure the turtle and the fishes stayed alive, watered the plants, and even did his own laundry!
He also took the trash out, (ON TRASH DAY!) which in our home is unfortunately NOT the man’s job.
A few months ago I proclaimed taking other people’s trash from the curb was NOT stealing.
I think someone took that a little too seriously because when Nate came home later that day, our garbage CAN was gone.
At first we thought the neighbors had taken it on accident because they have the same trash can as we do. But when we asked them about it, they said they hadn’t even put their trash out that day and didn’t have an extra can laying around.
Now we are at a complete loss.
WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED TO OUR TRASH CAN?!
Would someone really steal it? Has anyone lost a trash can like this before? It wasn’t even a windy day!
I suspect the person who has our missing tortoise also has our garbage can.
In any case, this has been the fifth (and strangest) time something has been pilfered from in or around our home.
First – our Flip camera in Fiji.
Second – Nate’s crappy bike.
Third – Nate’s very, very expensive bike.
(The fourth I never posted about, but on Halloween last year we left a bowl outside with candy in it because we weren’t going to be home. In retrospect, I probably should have used a crappy mixing bowl instead of my favorite bamboo salad bowl from our wedding. Oh well, live and learn. Maybe someday I’ll get another bamboo salad bowl. Subtle hint to Nathan.)
If we have to buy another trash can (which would make me very sad because our missing trash can was BRAND NEW and not super cheap) you can rest assured I will be spray painting the ba-jeebees out of that thing. And maybe getting a letter from the HOA.
No one would steal this hideous thing.
(sorry if it’s yours, I just Googled “ugly trash can”)