Thursday, April 16, 2009

A Snapshot

Do you ever stop in the middle of something and think to yourself, "This, THIS RIGHT HERE is the perfect example of my life." One moment in time, one clear snapshot that would make your existence perfectly clear to any stranger who saw it? No? This is just me? Whatever, just go with me here.

I had a moment like that yesterday. I suppose it should come as no surprise that the snapshot of my life was in my garbage. After all, rubbish heaps are prime sites for archeologists seeking to understand vanished cultures.

So there I was, opening up the big garbage can in the shop to throw in the full kitchen garbage bag. The big bag in the can had, annoyingly and yet predictably because it ALWAYS does this, fallen down into the can. So I reached in, pulled the bag up and open, and there it was. The story of my life in two items of garbage: a docked lamb tail and severed chicken feet.

The End

P.S. Thank you so much for all your birthday wishes for the MiL yesterday. I know she appreciated it. And I was reminded once again how clever (and poetic!) my readers are. Take THAT, Hallmark!


Mayberry Magpie said...

I beg to differ.

Your life is about poetry and friendship. (Remember yesterday?)

With a few lamb tails and chicken feet thrown in as bling.

x said...

Oh, man. What is it about today? Everything's making me nauseous. Between this and the Domino's pizza scandal thing on YouTube. Ewwwww!

mil said...

Many, many thanks to all of you for so many happy birthday wishes. Kristin made me a gorgeous lamb chop dinner, my favorite chocolate pots de creme for dessert, and she washed all the dishes. I didn't do anything but open presents. Boy, do I ever feel guilty now about not wrapping those chicken legs before I threw them away. I take no responsibility for the tail.

Drew @ Cook Like Your Grandmother said...

And here I thought your "this is my life" moment was, "Hang on, I'll be there as soon as I fling this gopher in the ditch."

Kristin @ Going Country said...

Please, Drew. It was a woodchuck. That makes it a MUCH funnier story.

FinnyKnits said...

Well, that's gross. Not to say that your life is necessarily gross, but that trash collection certainly is.

If a future generation were to come upon that collection, I'm not sure they'd dig much deeper but for the barfing.