Monday, February 1, 2010
So remember last summer when I had the bushes in my backyard trimmed professionally after begging my husband for months to do it himself? Except that he still to this day thinks that I actually pruned them and then bundled the trimmings in the trailer all by my lonesome. The deal we made back in August was that he'd take the trimmings to the dump since I worked so hard.
I should have known better when we made that deal, because lo and behold the trimming trash has sat in our rusty trailer for nearly five months. Five months. No amount of nagging was getting my husband to make the ten minute drive to the dump.
So I did as any other exasperated wife would do and pulled over the Code Enforcement officer in our neighborhood one day after picking up our children from school.
Me: "Hey! Hey there...um I was wondering if you could go by my house and give me a ticket. You see I've had a pile of trimmings in my trailer for five months and my husband keeps promising to take it to the dump, but he never does. If you give me a ticket, I am sure he'll finally get rid of it."
Code Enforcement Dude: "Um, sure...okay. I'll just leave it on your front door."
Me: "Oh thank you! You probably don't get many people that ask for tickets do you?"
Code Enforcement Dude: "Nope. This has got to be the first."
So, my husband came home from work, saw the ticket on the doorknob, and did as any unsuspecting homeowner would do--freaked out. To my happiness, sure enough, my plan worked and five days later my husband made his way to our municipal dump and got rid of the trailer trash.
I couldn't be a happier witch...I mean wife.
Now to figure out what to do with another plugged up toilet.
PS: If you know my husband personally and divulge any of this to him, I will hunt you down.
PPS: Please ignore this following bit of stupid code needed for something else: YDKWWNMYDWZS
What I'm Talkin' About: Just Keepin' It Real