My day started off with a bang.
No, make that a crunch.
That would be the sound the recycle can made as I squashed it with the front of my car when I plowed it up the driveway.
In my determination to make it up the driveway despite the snow, I put the car in 2nd and gave that bad boy some serious gas. Awesome!! I did it!!
But how weird that when I got out of the car, I see that the recycles are all over the driveway. Cans, bottles, completely scattered. I'm confused and look around for the can, which had been at the bottom of the driveway at the curb for Friday pick-up.
Makes me think of the man in "Caps for Sale"
I look to the right of me. No can.
I look to the left of me. No can.
I look in back of the car. No can.
I look in front of the car. No can.
Then I look UNDER the car.
Yup, there's the can.
Sometimes, I even stun myself.
How did I not see the can?
Really, there's no logical answer for that.
So, I put the car in reverse and back down the driveway. No luck. That can is wedged in so tight, it's become a part of the car. I'm not taking this well, and now I hit the gas and go flying backwards down the driveway. Success!!! The mangled can is no longer attached to the car.
When I go back in the house, Sara looks at me, and says, "Mommy,
you killed the recycle can"
"Yes", I tell her, "yes I did"
"On the bright side", she says, "it's not under your car anymore"
Bring on the weekend!!!!