Trash Enthusiast?

All week I have been looking forward to Friday morning. Why, you ask? Because the trash will be picked up!

Yay!
The people rejoice!

...

Wait, what?

Yeah, I have been waiting ALL week for the trash and recycling to be picked up. You see, we had a yard sale last week, which helped us to clear out all of the old clutter in our storage area and garage. There was some pretty gross stuff lurking in our garage.

At the conclusion of the sale, my very well-meaning husband chose to dispose of these items.
In went the moldy baby bath.
In went the old computer tower (that I argued should be donated for parts, but it was his computer and therefore his choice).
In went other various odds and ends.
In went the trash... wait. No, there was no room for the trash! The trash can, which is the only one acceptable for pick-up in our city, was filled within minutes.
On Saturday.
Not to be picked up until Friday morning.

We have diapers.
Dirty, stinky, poopy diapers.
With nowhere to go.
Sitting in a bag.
On our front porch.
In the heat.

We had out-of-town visitors, which equals more trash. We have had the same trash bag in our kitchen trash since last week and it is 100% full. All morning I have been listening for the trash truck, which will signal my opportunity to fill it back up and put in a new trash liner in the kitchen. Oh, it's the little things. ;)