I leave the house this morning to go to work. In one hand I have: my wallet, into which I crammed my phone. In the other: a pile of trash, that I was going to throw into the large bin that sits inside of our garage.
What I threw into the bin: my wallet and remote. That I then had to dig out.
What I tried to carry with me into the car: the pile of trash.
In colunclusion, crawling headfirst into the stinky trash can in my fancy new Banana Republic top= not a great way to start the day. I still think that my hands smell like tuna. Gross.
The only thing keeping me sane these days is the fact that hubby and I will be spending a week at the happiest place on Earth in exactly 43 days! I clearly need a vacation asap. Clearly :)