Another Day, Another Dumpster

I was up bright and early, as usual, this morning. My friend and two out of four of the kids in the house slept in. I kind of had a nice, quiet morning…which is rare.

At about ten in the morning, I got a call from the guy that was dropping off a dumpster at my house. Now, I know that the guy on the phone said thirty yard dumpster, but somehow that did not make it all the way into my thick skull. When the truck and the dumpster showed up, it was GINORMOUS! And to add to the giggle fest, the road we live on is teeny tiny. So I was very impressed when, after forty-five minutes of delicate work and about a thousand point turn in his truck, the guy was able to actually unload the dumpster into my driveway. Half of my driveway. From my porch running the entire length of my driveway. This dumpster is spectacular. I am sure I could take everything out of two or three rooms in my house and still have room to spare inside. I immediately began to throw stuff in it. It is liberating and fun! Careful what you wish for, Chris. Remember how you told me that you could live with very few possessions…you might have to. Lol. Just kidding. But I will be able to clean out my shed, basement and more. I am setting aside stuff to donate and am giddy about the whole situation. I have already put an impressive amount of stuff in the dumpster, and I still have thirteen days left! Almighty Waste out of Auburn, Maine! Happy, happy, happy.

Alas, it has been a very long day, and I need to get up to get kiddos off to school in the morning, so I am going to have to head to bed soon. Have a great night/morning…whatever time it is as you read this.

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