Trashy friend

2009 begins with me on the road to becoming one of the trashiest people in Eas' Bal'more, hon'. SO what's new? OH, just many contractor bags containing the piecs of the rug and the padding removed from my bedroom and countless other things that seem to have been hidden among the accoutrements therein. I've been lining up the bags in the basement and taking out three each time there is a trash collection. Ah, one of the small advantages of paying city taxes: we still get trash collection twice a week. Interesting that I've not had any allergic reactions from removing the rug that has been in place for 14 years and disassembling and moving the wall unit that anchors the bed. I just can't figure out how it can be so that semingly the more time I have, the longer it takes for me to get things done. At my check-up today, the doctor said everything is looking good. She better say that, because I am feeling excellent these days, only dreading the return of the allergy season. Perhaps now that I know about it, I'll be able to avoid the displeasure. But right now, I can't get over the trash. One would think that I'm a bit over-the-hill to be so trashy! I said it - so don't trouble yourself!