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Goal: To park in the garage.
As each weekend rolls around, we start the ‘Dance of 5 Boxes’. “Must unpack 5 boxes”, is our chant. All weekend we wander around the house trying to put things somewhere, anywhere. Just some place that makes sense. Things go in the trash only to mysteriously reappear. If one spouse throws it away, the other might pull it out. Several arguments and snit fits have ensued. Nightly ninja trash can raids have been witnessed by the locals. The dreaded ‘guilt card’ has even been played.
The other night I caught myself actually running the bag right out to the curb. If you don’t want to take the trash out, then suffer the consequences.
I win! I win! I win!
Ciao
Thoughts of an Old Fart 