Wrestling Match

Let's see, what was I doing last night around midnight? Wrestling with the garbage can, literally. I lost, it pinned me.

Scooped the litter boxes before bed and decided to take the large garbage can out to the street for Friday pick-up. Got it halfway up the steep part of the driveway when the *&*# thing decided it wanted to tip over and boom, it did. Scraped my fingers and elbow on the concrete pretty severely and I somehow landed underneath the can.

The darn thing was HEAVY and I couldn't get it off me so had to crawl out. You know that saying, "You crawled out from under a garbage can"? Well, yep, I did. After on my feet again, I still couldn't pick the thing up so had to wake Marty for help. He took care of the can while I took care of the bleeding.

My fingers look like I stuck them in the garbage disposal, hand and elbow are screaming with "OWWWWWW, MF hurts"!!!!! All because I was trying to be helpful. I now know how a dork feels.