A Little Craziness

Todd and I have a trillion excess boxes from our move here. Seriously, the movers fill those babies up with one-third belongings, two-thirds paper. Result: tons of boxes, tons of paper. We saved a lot of it for when we move again (in case we actually pack ourselves next time), but needed to get rid of the excess. Our garage was full of boxes, so much so that there wasn't enough room for our car! Every Thursday we'd put a couple of boxes out on the curb and hope the garbage men would be nice enough to take them with them - which they did. But two a week was just not fast enough for all we had. So we came up with a plan.

Across the street, there is a dumpster. Now, technically, our garbage does not belong there. But this was an extreme case! Todd and I waited until dark, then changed into dark clothing ourselves. Now, you need to know that these boxes are five feet tall, and are FILLED with paper and tape. So we had to make a couple of trips to the dumpster, because we could each only manage one box at a time.

It was so exciting to be devious that we sort of built characters as we went along, whispering in accents (me, British, Todd, Scottish). I even added a gait to my walk. The best part was when a car turned onto our street. Hearts pounding, we hid behind the dumpster, holding our breaths, imagining that "the coppers" had found us out. (By the way, our neighbor Ray would have been just as dangerous - he would have called the cops on us, too - so there WAS some real danger involved here, people!) We were exhilarated when we made it back home safely.
Just a little fun going on here!