Fright Night

Friday night I got home from work at 10. The wind was fierce and I realized as I pulled into the driveway that both garbage cans were missing, and the recycling bin had blown into the front yard.

Drat. It was late at night, pitch black outside (there are no streetlights on our road), and scary windy with leaves blowing and monsters hiding in the trees. I had two options:


1) Go inside, ignore the missing garbage cans, and hope they were still somewhere in the neighborhood (and not the bay) the next morning.

2) Find a flashlight and venture into the abyss to retrieve two garbage cans.

The problem with Option 1 was the risk that I wouldn't be able to find the garbage cans, and NavyGuy would pitch a fit when he got home, because I had been a baby about searching in the dark. And we'd have to shell out moola for new cans. The problem with Option 2 should be obvious - hello?!?!? Pitch black, windy, spooky sounds, swaying trees, monsters and boogeymen hiding in the shadows. It's like I was asking to be stabbed by a guy with a hook for a hand!

But, guess what I chose? Yeah, that's right - I'm the WOAH-man (sound it out). Flashlight in hand (I chose the heaviest one we have in case it needed to be a makeshift weapon), I trudged around the neighborhood until two garbage cans and two garbage can lids were retrieved (because of course the lids had to have flown off in completely different locations as the cans). It was treacherous, and terrifying; one of the cans had managed to roll all the way down the driveway, across the street, and into this open field, ringed with menacing trees. Ugh. I nearly had a heart attack that something was going to pop out of the overturned can.

Luckily, I survived the expedition, and the garbage cans are safely tucked away in the garage...

NavyGuy - you can come home any time now!