I want a fully electric car that doesn’t look dorky. They all look so dorky to me!

Also, I could really use something to put the used coffee grounds in while they dry, like a can or cookie tin with a lid I could punch a bunch of holes in to let the air in but still allow me to give it a shake every once in a while to help the drying process. Why, I have something like that, don’t I? Oh … yeah. I threw all those kinds of things away last week. Oops.

It’s the little things that will always jump up and bite you in the ass.

The night is inching closer to the time my alarm is going to go off, and I am peeved with myself for having disposed of my vast collection of, well, refuse. No more sour cream containers, or cottage cheese containers, or cookies tins, or coffee cans, except for the ones currently being used to store things. I do use them for stuff. It’s an easy way to keep things out of the landfill to use all reusable containers. I just never used them as much as I saved them. They stack up quickly.

I haven’t gotten to the jars and bottles yet. It would seem I do indeed have hoarding tendencies, especially where bottles and jars are concerned. I do. It’s true. I never met a bottle or jar I didn’t want to keep for some reason or another. Never any sort of well defined reason beyond “looks cool and/or might be useful.” I guess I’ll have to find a wide-mouthed jar with a metal lid to put my coffee grounds into. I bet you I have one. I have one of just about every style of bottle and jar made. Wide-mouthed with a metal lid? What size and what color? I probably have you covered. I believe this hoarding of bottles and jars may be caused less by laziness in getting with the recycling program in an efficient way than it is by a “Mine! Mine! My Precious! I must have my Precious [bottles and jars]” sort of mental illness. I’ll know more about which cause is the actual one as this week commences, because the first load of those precious things taking up room everywhere are going to the curb in the big blue box on Thursday morning.

I feel somewhat certain I will be relieved to be relieved of the many and sundry glass objects stuffing the corners of my life on Thursday afternoon, but it is possible that on Saturday morning, I will find a sudden and urgent need for a bottle or jar … and I won’t have any. Depression may set in at that time.

Incidentally, do you know why it is that little things always jump up and bite you in the ass? Because that is as high as they can reach. Anything larger will just rip your head off.

[bah-dump-bump]

Please tip your waitresses, and thank you for coming. I’ll be here for at least a couple more years.

Since I have been sitting here babbling forever, I might as well go on about it some more, right? This reusable/recycled-from-the-groceries container shortage will be short-lived. It’s not like we won’t get more of them. What I need to do is come up with a sensible plan to make sure I have a few useful plastic, metal and glass containers laying around that I don’t mind messing up (unlike my Tupperware), but to not keep … them all. Not even most of them. I’m thinking maybe one or two of each kind on hand at any given time. They are useful for all sorts of things. They just aren’t so useful in mass quantities taking up valuable storage space in a small house entirely lacking in storage space.

And space in the back yard. The glass is all out in the yard. Well … most of it.

Will my stupid alarm go off already so I can start making coffee! Gah. Now time is moving so slowly. The whole night went by pretty fast while I was watching stupid movies, which is how I find myself sitting here at this outrageous hour pondering my plight of not having any sort of can anywhere in the house at all.

My gods, my life is exciting! I’m going to go drown my sorrow in a small glass of flat rootbeer.