I hear ya!
Yep, that's how it is here, too.
LOL! You just need a bigger can!
Oh, if only that solved the problem . . .
This is one good thing about our asshole dog. John can't let this happen because if he does the dog will take the garbage, eat it, or destroy it and leave remnants all over the house.
I agree with Lisa -- but my husband doesn't get a clue. So most mornings, (since I get up the earliest) I find a nice little pile of shredded paper where the dog got into it. Then I bag it up and head for the door.
Oh my word that drives me BONKERS!! And if it's not the garbage, it's the recycling! Oy.
Because your husband must have talked to my husband....it's like an effing garbage conspiracy to drive us crazy!!My husband will put the recycling on the counter instead of walking two more steps and dropping it in the recycling bin...pass the Prozac!
Isnt this the way it goes, glad you could take it in a spirit that allowed you to write about it -and maybe smile after the clean up beebee
speak your mind.