I put my garbage can down by the curb last night for pickup today. I heard the garbage men at 5:45am picking up trash as usual. When I backed out of my driveway for work, I noticed my trash can lid was still on the garbage can and the garbage can wasn't on its side somewhere in the street. I thought, "How strange that they put the lid back on." Since I put my garbage in a garbage bag and then put the garbage bag in a trash can (a bad experience with a critter tearing open trash). When I came home from work, the garbage can was in the middle of my driveway. Apparently, my new lawn service company figured I didn't need to drive up my driveway when I got home. They specialize in lawns and not pavement. To my surprise the trash was still in the garbage can. I called the city, they said they'd try to come out tonight but would probably not be there until Monday. My taxes at work. So I left the garbage can outside. This begs the question: For 6 years they never missed a pickup. So how did they not see a tall, 50 gallon green garbage can down by the street? All my neighbors trash was picked up. Sometimes I just don't get it but it still makes me smile.

In an effort to stay focused on cute and funny thing I experience, I'm going to redirect my blog topic. I may comment on things that have happened (and memories I choose to document) but the overall theme is happiness and irony. Is being ironic a good thing?