Monday is garbage day in our neighborhood.
As I take the girls on our daily walk, I try not to appear too obvious as I check out our neighbors’ recycle bins from behind my dark sunglasses. It’s just so hard to resist the plethora of information contained in those open plastic bins…
Wow, that’s an expensive bottle of wine!
That’s some really cheap beer…but I guess when you apparently drink a case a week, you have to economize!
Look who feeds their kids three boxes of Fruity Pebbles a week!
Somebody uses a heck of a lot of Metamucil!
I’ve written about the tales our dishwasher and washing machine could tell about our life over these past 21 months, and I just realized that the Waste Management Folks could probably construct a pretty accurate story, too…
Awww…Preemie diapers…how sweet! And lots of them! Oh, and pizza boxes…they must not be getting much sleep.
Those babies must be growing…using Newborn diapers now!
Alright…atta girls! Up to Size 1 diapers!
Hmmm…cans of formula and the sudden reappearance of Diet Coke…I’ll bet she’s not nursing anymore.
Movin’ on up…Size 2 diapers and the introduction of baby food! Coincidentally, those bags of poop aren’t smelling too sweet anymore!
Cool…that’s a really nice new stroller! This huge box must have cost a lot to ship!
Size 3 diapers…and look at all the empty gallons of milk. I’ll bet those babies just celebrated their first birthday!
Lots of empty produce cartons…eating real food now!
With all those fruits and veggies, those babies are up to Size 4 diapers. It seems like just yesterday they were born. (sniff, sniff)
...or at least that’s how I see it.
And of course we never have anything embarrassing in our recycle bins. No, we put anything we don’t want the neighbors to see from behind their dark shades in trash bags, safely out of view.