
So, Jessica has started leaving bags of trash on our porch for me to take to the dumpster... I love this new tradition because it gives me more time to "get around to it" than previously, when she would leave the bags of trash in our kitchen for immediate disposal.
Anyway, this post is not about our remarkable refuse removal remedies, but rather the story it led to. Early yesterday morning, around 9am (ok so that's not that early), we heard little footsteps running up our stairs to the front door and the voice of some child yelling back at the car from which he had just sprung, "This bag is really full!"
At first I was a bit puzzled, and then it hit me... The scouts were collecting bags of canned food for their food drive. We had completely spaced it. So I scrambled to grab a couple of cans of food and raced to the door. By the time I frantically sprung open the door, the kid was gone, the car was gone, and our trash was gone...
I closed the door shocked by all that had just transpired, and then I fell to the floor laughing... I hope they realized the bag did not contain canned food before they turned it in to the food bank. To whoever it is that made the discovery, please know that we're sorry!!! And thanks for saving me a trip to the dumpster! :)