Friday, December 10, 2010

Trash Talk: Mars and Venus Style

Tom asked yesterday: "What days do the trash guys come?"

We've lived in our house 8 years, people! 8 years! Don't you think this is information he should have?

Lest you think he makes me do all the trash duty at our house, let me explain that we have a really cushy refuse situation. The trash guys come all the way to the top of our driveway, so our trash and recycling cans stay in the same place at all times. We just drop our trash in at anytime. So I guess Tom wouldn't really NEED to know when trash day is, but still.

FYI: He doesn't know how to check our home voice mail either. If I die, the messages from all the single ladies out there will just have to pile up. Sorry, girls.

Speaking of trash, we have a difference of opinions when it comes to car trash, too.

Last Christmas when we were looking for my sweet new ride, I said I loved the car but couldn't see where I'd be able to hang my trash bag.

Tom: "What do you need a trash bag in the car for? Won't that just encourage you to have a trashy car?"

Me: "Huh?"

"I need a bag to put our paper towels in when we're done with them," pointing out that I like to keep a roll of paper towels in the glove box.

Tom: "Why do you need to keep paper towels in the car?"

Me: "Uh...in case we spill our food or drinks, Sherlock."

Tom: With great flourish, "Well then maybe we shouldn't eat or drink in the new car!"

Wow. Not sure what planet he is from, but it's certainly not mine.

9 comments:

Kristina P. said...

My husband would say the same thing.

Nichole@40daysof said...

Mine has no idea what the trash days are either. And he tries to make proclamations about me eating in my car. Meanwhile he eats in his. Husbands, you gotta love em. :)

Jill said...

My husband takes no responsibility to figure out any house things either. I think they're all cut from the same mold. :)

Gretchen said...

OMG my husband's car is like a landfill. That man destroys a car the instant the keys hit his sweaty palm. I mean, I love him to bits but keeping a car nice & clean is beyond his capacity. The IDEA of a trash can in his car is ludicrous because his car IS a trash can.

You need to tell Tom, "well, if *I* had someone to take out the trash for me and check the voice mails for me, I wouldn't need to eat and drink on the run, while en route to chauferring the kids everywhere. I agree. Let's not eat or drink in the car anymore! And let's get you up 1/2 hour earlier every day to help take care of the children!!!" I think he might stutter out, "Um, well, that's not what I meant..." hee hee hee

Anonymous said...

My husband's car is spotless. Absolutely spotLESS!!
He keeps no trashcan, no napkins... not even tissues for blowing noses.
It stays clean because we can't go far in such austere conditions :)

My car... has lots of cup holders. I keep extra plastic cups in 2 of them... to be used as trash cans... one on either side of the car. Absolutely no excuses for not putting trash where it belongs. And easy to empty frequently.
(No paper towels though... just the leftover napkins from the last fast food joint.)

My husband knows when trash day is. If he didnt take it down to the street this place would look like Sarah Sylvia Cynthia Stout's house.

Stimey said...

I have two comments here.

1. I want your trash situation. It would really save us from being the last people to bring in our trash cans.

2. I'm almost ready to adopt that no food or drink rule in my cars. You should see the FURRY MOLD I found in the rear cubby by my kid's seat. *shudder* But I know I can't do it because my kids would starve if I didn't let them eat in the car. Clearly some paper towels would solve this problem.

Heidi said...

That's what I need...a trash bag in my car. Instead, my kids like to stuff their garbage into the cup holders. It's gross.

My husband doesn't know how to get into the voice mail at home either. Actually, I think he does. But he can't be bothered to check. I don't know what's worse.

K A B L O O E Y said...

You're married to.... me. I won't use the voicemail because I cannot remember the dang codes and everyone uses my cell anyway nor do I waste brain space remembering what days the trash goes out.

Kate Coveny Hood said...

Chris knows our trash days, yet he always forgets... As for the car? He leaves trash all over the place so he would take my suggestion as a hint. Our cars are gross.