Oops.

We are recycle freaks. Or, I should say, Leo is a recycle freak. I really am trying. I want to be. I am tired of Leo going to put something in the trash and fishing out a scrap of paper I scribbled a note on and reprimanding me for not putting it in the recycle pile.

The thing is, we don't have a recycle pick up here, so we spend the weeks accumulating a massive amount of food boxes, magazines and newspapers, plastic bags, and, well, beer cans... We have a huge beat up laundry basket that we dump things in. Then, every couple weeks, Leo loads it, and all the other boxes and bins, into the truck and takes to the big recycle drop off.

Leo and Beau went on a walk Saturday morning after I left for work. As they rounded the corner Leo told me he saw said laundry basket on the street at our neighbor's house down the street.

Weird. That looks exactly like our beat up bin.

And upon closer look, seemed to be very VERY similar to the things that we use and recycle.

Come to find out that our recyclables had been removed from our garage and strewn about the street. Our down-the-street-neighbors just collected what they could from the road and put in on their curb so as not to have trash blowing around the entire neighborhood.

It must have been the neighborhood kids! What hoodlums! They must have come in our garage while it was open and decided to cause a bit a trouble.

Wait. A. Minute.

It all starts coming back to me.

Friday night after I got home from rehearsal I realized I pulled in the garage a bit too far. I had checked to make sure I didn't run over anything important, like my craft box that I keep right there in the garage. Phew. Just the recycle bin. It was already broken anyway. Good news.

Bad news. As I left for work on Saturday morning, it seems that the recycles tried to hitch a ride. The basket was attached to the front bumper somehow. NO, I didn't hear it Ok? That's the first thing everyone asks when I tell them the story. I guess I was already rocking out before I even left. Somehow, I pulled it all the way out of the driveway and pushed it along our street, I guess until I made the turn. Where it then sat, blew, and rolled all over the neighborhood.

*nervous laughter* Oops.