Mrs. HM, The Over-Optimist

Wednesday night, I was in a hurry to shut down HIPPIE and get to the TV by 11:00 so I didn't miss the start of a show. I figured I could come back to the kitchen later, on a commecial, or when I got up for more ice in my metal water bottle, and bag up the full trash.

Well. I fell asleep! Can you believe that?

Farmer H was up as usual around 5:30. He picked up the two Diet Mountain Dew bottles that were sitting on the table beside his recliner. That's what he does. Leaves it there overnight, and carries it to the trash the next morning. Maybe he's waiting for me to do it... This time he waited TWO days!

Anyhoo... I heard the trash bag crinkling. Of course I assumed Farmer H was bagging it up himself so he could drive it up to the dumpster, resting on SilverRedO's hood, on his way to town. He went on about his morning routine, going through the laundry room to give the dogs water. Then setting out his morning Diet Mountain Dew, and a banana, on the cutting block to grab as he walked out.

Farmer H came back to the living room to sit on the long couch and say very much of nothing. I made my morning call to The Pony. Neither of us had any news to report, so it didn't last long. Farmer H revealed that he would not be playing bingo Thursday night. And then he left.

When I went to the kitchen at 7:00, there was the overflowing wastebasket. Only Farmer H had pulled up the sides of the bag to balance his two soda bottles on top without them rolling off.

I really should have known better than to suspend reality.