So here I am, minding my own business...

It started as a quasi normal day at work with a quasi normal drive home. Upon coming inside to grab Scrappy and his leash, I also grabbed the mail key so I could retrieve the mail from the superbox.

After a brief struggle opening the box, I grabbed the bills and we continued on our walk. After the dog's quasi normal pee and poo, we went to the big green garbage dumpster situated in the garbage garage so I could throw out the dog's smelly organic matter.

After doing so and beginning the jaunt back to the house, I suddenly realize something: I threw out the mail key with the dog poo.

Oh shit.

I go back into the garbage garage and look in the stinky smelly bin, looking for the damn key. Can't find it. So I grab a piece of eavestrough that just so happens to be laying against the wall and use it to poke around the bags of the neighbours seemingly endless garbage but to no avail. There is no key. I can't find it.

I come home and call O.

"Darling, I've done something."
"And what's that?"
"I threw the mail key in the garbage dumpster."

And what do I get? A laugh out loud, stomp your foot, crying on the ground, peeing a little reaction.

"You better get yer' boots! Yer' goin' in to find it!"

This is going to be a great night.

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editors note: When O came home we trudged over to the garbage garage. After using the eavestrough to dig through the garbage, O jumped in to the bin and used his hands to dig through the bags. After 15 minutes of searching he says, "it's not here". He jumps out and walks around the garage to the grass to wipe off his shoes. Just then, I see a shiny object and walk to it, thinking oooooh shiny object and realize, it's the key on the keychain. Yiah. I owe him big.