Hello all none of my readers! Probably because I never post….
Anyways, my in laws visited this weekend. My mother in law fell in love with my trash can. It’s one of those touch free ones where you wave your hand over it and the lid opens. I have a thing about icky trash can germs and this makes it so I don’t have to ever touch it. It’s a win-win.
These trash cans, or robots as she calls them, are my Mawmaw’s arch nemesis. She hates my “robots.” I have three of these trash cans. One in the master bathroom, one in the kitchen for regular trash and one for recycling. When she visits, I make it known that I deeply love my robot army. Because I also have a Roomba. His name is Roombie. He’s not terribly bright but he’s ours and I love him even though he gets scared in the guest bedroom and hides under the bed almost immediately.
My mother in law and I took a little field trip to Target. They live in a small town so she likes going to stores they don’t have near by. As we were walking, in her adorable Cajun accent, she says “look, I like your trash cans, where did you get those?”
Some people’s poison is Target. Mine is Amazon. She knows this but it’s cute she asks anyway. She tells me that my father in law had a run in with their trash can. No word on who won but the trash was worse for the wear and she figures now is a really good time to replace it. As promised when we got home, I sent her the link for both of the sizes I have. Some people prefer a smaller trash can. I love to cook. It’s my zen. I cook from scratch 95% of the time so I like room to throw stuff away. Our recycling one is smaller. And also when I went to order a second bigger one, the price had gone up and I figured I could live with a smaller recycling one for a better price. I don’t know which one she ordered but she ordered them immediately.
I am hoping to invite my Mawmaw to Thanksgiving at my mother in law’s house so she can see that my robot army is spreading. Maybe I’ll get her one for Christmas.