|This foul creation was ruining my world.|
I don't like to use the word "hate" very often, unless I really mean it. I HATE our garbage can. You might ask, "How can that be?" After all, it's one of those tall, fancy-pants, shiny, step-on-the-pedal-and-it-opens gadgets. It's in the top 1% of trash receptacles. I don't care. It's awful to look at, gets filthy, and I find it terribly ironic and disgusting to regularly CLEAN a garbage can. It holds so much trash that it stinks. And that great flip-top feature? It causes THIS:
|Why I'm chippy.|
I was miserable. Until this beauty came along:
|TA-DAAAA! (Cue the harp and choir of angels singing.)|
|I'm GREAT at organizing, but have NO idea what|
most of this stuff is used for.
|Yes, that chocolate milk box should have been recycled.|
We made an exception for this momentous occasion.
|Isn't she lovely?|
Has dual-zone for red and white.