Dirty Laundry

For the past few months, I have been saving my trash like a good little Peace Corps Volunteer.

Now I'm washing it and putting it out to dry.  Another type of airing one's dirty laundry in public, you might say.  But it's all for the good of mankind.  I am: Recycle Girl (girl-girl-girl-girl).

Just what these candy/soda/pasta/cat food wrappers will become I must keep you in suspense of for the time being.  Because without this suspense, what would you do with your lives?!?!?!

There's a lot you can tell about someone from looking at their trash.

For instance, if I were to analyze what's hanging on the line without knowing whose trash it was, I might draw the following conclusions:

                        - this person puts altogether too much sugar into their body

                        - this person has cats

                        - this person puts altogether too much sugar into their body

But wait!  Since I know this person, and this person is me, I can tell you the truth, which is:

                         - this person receives care packages from people who seek to endear
                           themselves to her by sending her things they know she will like, such as candy,
                           which she sometimes shares with other people, but other times she doesn't

                        - this person has cats

                        - this person puts altogether too much sugar into their body

Almost the same, but you can see that the first set of conclusions was lacking some key details.

Off to eat some ice cream,

me