There was two Thursdays this week. Yep, Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Thursday, something like that. It all started Tuesday actually. That’s garbage curb day here. No problem To the curb we rolled and all was well Tuesday, or so I thought. Something happened in the night. I don’t recall it being an especially long night. No. It was a totally ordinary night but when I backed out of the driveway on what was actually Wednesday morning, it became Thursday. It had something to do with the garbage can. I mean it kinda shouted at me, Man get me off the curb I’ve spent two nights out here. Yea, I know garbage cans don’t talk. I usually don’t listen to them, even if they do. It had me, totally in it’s power. In an instant it was Thursday and it stayed that way all day long, for two days. Blame it on the can, blame it on the heat of an august day in West Georgia but, this was the longest darn Thursday I’ve ever had. Man, I am so ready for Friday and so ready for fall!
Later folks and don’t talk to any strange cans but, if you do, don’t tell it.