Fare Thee Well, Oh Garbage Can…
I’d like to take this time to say a few words about a close friend we recently lost. He was a good friend, listening to every word we said (even if it was from the next room), standing there every morning as we left for work as if to say “Have a good day!”, and right on time when we got home from work to say “Welcome home, how was your day?”. No matter what he always took our crap as if he were a tough, durable cookie to break. He always took what we didn’t want, and always helped himself to our leftovers. Yes, the friend I speak of, is none other than our dear, dear garbage can.
Last Monday we had some seriously high winds, and he didn’t survive the entire day. He was there in the morning weighed down by our trash, and by lunch time when I came home, he was gone.
Please remember to keep him in your prayers and hope that one day, he crash lands in the yard or through the window of a new loving and caring family. He will be missed.

November 14th, 2007 at 7:07 am
I’ve cried myself to sleep every night praying our sweet garbage can would return to us, alas, he still has not.
November 16th, 2007 at 1:43 am
reach into thine underwears and with great care, hold thine weiner and cry painfully for your dear lost friend.
squeeze it with purpose and intent as you know that garbage can with a bit of slime and putrid sludge is floating around out there… somewhere…