Wednesday, 11 May 2011
I love little triumphs. For instance, today I forgot it was garbage day entirely. I woke up, and it dawned on me that this morning was a little bit different. And I couldn't put my finger on it until I realized that yes, it was garbage day. And, oh noooo! It could come at any time. I put on my ugliest pair of pants, ran outside, sluggishly struggled to put the can at the end of the driveway. Unfortunately, there was a large puddle in front of my house and a speedy car thought it was fun to humiliate me in front of an audience of just himself by splashing my with muddy, oil ridden water. But even though the water hit me body, the splash did not humiliate me at all. Because I had made garbage day. And I was triumphant.