Nothing says true love like a year’s worth of garbage pickup.
This may end up being my favorite gift this year. The rest are sitting wrapped, tidy and pretty, under the tree.
My garage, on the other hand, is neither tidy nor pretty. It is bursting with trash bags, busted gear and crammed recycling bins — quietly waiting (and waiting) for us to make a trip (or two) to the transfer station. Our cars, in the meantime, are relegated to the cold and snow just outside the garage doors.