Last night I put a bag of kitchen garbage just outside the door in my garage. It had been sitting on my kitchen floor for a day and I was done with it. Done. Done. Done. So I moved it outside. I was running an experiment of sorts, a battle of wills, if you will, with Dave. How long will it sit at the bottom of those steps before he takes it out or at what point am I so angry that it hasn't moved that I do it myself ? It was full of all kinds of goodies- raw chicken & beef (we made kabobs- they were delish!), diapers, corn cobs, watermelon, honeydew, and cantaloupe rinds... the list could go on all day.
Anyhoo, this morning as I packed up my things and my kids, I walked outside and noticed (besides the awful stench wafting through the air) that the garbage bag was torn up with a few things strewn about. What? Are you kidding me? The only answer to this freakishly freaky situation is that something, some animal, must be living in my garage. Eek! If you know anything about me, you know that I'm not into animals. Not at all. So I start looking around my garage, waiting to be pounced upon at any moment by this mystery animal. Nothing happened. I rushed the kids into the car and got us out of there as fast as possible. And no, I didn't move the garbage. I was way too freaked out.
So I get Dave on the horn and tell him about this garbage/animal crisis. He says, "Oh yah, we left both garages open last night." First things first- I was quite relieved that nothing was living in my garage but then- Whaaaat? We left the garage doors open all night? These are the kinds of things that happen while hauling 4 sleeping kids into the house late at night. Things fall through the cracks!
Later on, my brother Russell, who is a saint, came over while I wasn't home and took the garbage out. I guess I should clarify, he didn't come over with the sole purpose of taking out the garbage, it was merely a necessary step in borrowing a saw from our garage. Had he not removed the garbage, he probably would have died within minutes from the stench wafting through the garage. Really, it was bad when I left in the morning. I can't even imagine the aroma it had conjured up with the stifling heat of the afternoon. It brings me back to the good ole' days when we lived in Mississippi. The heat and humidity of that place provided Dave and I with many disgusting and not-so-pleasant garbage situations, many of them involving maggots. Yes, I said the word maggot on the blog. Gross. Now I have the heebie geebies!
And so no, Dave never did take out the garbage but I'm sure there will be plenty of other opportunities! And please remind me never to have a battle of wills in the sweltering heat of the summer using a bag full of garbage to make my point.
3 comments:
Hello! These are JACKSON men! It never occurs to them to do something around the house! Of course, I do these little tests ALL THE TIME!!! Sometimes, he actually passes, too! But mostly, not.
The interesting fact is that I never really find out if I pass or fail. I do believe that Dave is the king of wills so I expect you to loose those experiments most of the time.
Grr I know how that goes. And I always lose. But I am not sure if it is a battle or if he (Jody) is just plain willing to live with mediocrity (and disgusting smells).
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