Today was trash day at our house. It's CJ's favorite day of the week. He's obsessed with garbage the way his mother is obsessed with how in the world Tyra Banks has a talk show. CJ loves trash so much that we threaten to not let him take out the garbage cans on trash day if he's naughty. It works like a charm. By 7:00 a.m. on garbage day, 18 and I have been informed on who on our street already has their trash cans out on the curb and what kind, if any, boxes are with them. These cans are all identified by the corresponding dog/cat who belongs to that house in particular. For instance, today Marshallthe hound had two trash cans and some strawberry boxes out on the curb. Bombi the scottie dog had three trash cans and a computer box. Misty the cat had stinky grass in her trash can. And I'm really being serious folks.
In Utah, my parents have a long, winding and very steep driveway which poses a garbage can problem. To take out the garbage, my folks have to drive the other down (or up) the driveway with the other sitting on the back of the car, towing said cans manually behind the vehicle, as depicted above with CJ experiencing the thrill of the century with my dad. What I want to know is who's going to do this for them when they're 90? Ding! CJ will.

Where we live, you can put as many trash bags, cans, boxes, etc as you want on the curb. Or, you can rent the big huge green trash cans provided by the city. Today I called to order one of these big mothers. While on the phone with sanitary department lady, CJ was right beside me repeating, "And tell her we want a motorcycle thingy! A motercycle thingy! Moooo-oooom tell her we need a motorcycle thingy like Chica's!" Chica is the dog next door and they have a recycling bin as well as two large trash cans.

"A recycling bin?" I asked him. "Yes!! A motorcycle bin! For newspapers and toilet paper holders like Chica's!"