Garbage Day

Have you ever had a funny experience that you just can't seem to explain to someone, and you just wish they could have been there? Well I have been trying to think of a funny way to write what happened today, but I just can't seem to grasp the true essence of the moment. So just picture me, in our objectionable apartment dumpster, in the rain, fishing out my house keys. It was not a pretty site. I'm thankful for glass bottle recycling bins that seem to make the perfect step stools, and for Jack, who was sleeping soundly in our locked apartment, and for a cell phone, which was sitting in my locked apartment with my sleeping baby, and for Derek, who is out of town and could not have helped at all.