A little bit of Nowhere

Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

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Monday, March 22, 2004
 
The Couches Go Marching Two By Two, Hurrah

Just when I thought I was one step closer to solving the mystery behind the perpetual couch dumping, this had to happen. The garbage bin has been filling up quickly the last few days, with a large portion of space in the bin going to the dead couch. I have naturally been expecting another deceased couch to magically appear inside the bin when it gets emptied today or tomorrow.

And yet last night, as we took Shady through the underground parking lot for her walk, what should Mel & I see but another couch sitting by the entrance, obviously awaiting its chance to leap into the garbage bin when there was room. I am boggled that already another couch is prepared to become the latest sacrifice to a proverbial island volcano.

How is it possible that already the couches are lining up like this? Is the garbage bin being mistaken for the latest, trendiest furniture night club? Is our bin some secret couch burial ground I have been uniformed about?

At this rate, I fully expect everyone in the complex other than us to have replaced their couch before the end of spring. This in theory means that we should be seeing no more couches in the bin for at least another year or two. Then again, this is theory we're talking about.

In all likelihood, when the summer begins, we won't see anymore old couches in the garbage bin. From there on in, it'll all be dining tables and coffee tables. Every time the bin will get emptied, another dying table will take the place of its predecessor in...I don't know, maybe guarding some precious treasure hidden inside the bin?

It's all theory, folks. All theory.

Today's Lesson: even dogs can have bedhead. And they know when you're laughing at their bedhead state. And they are seriously not impressed by it.