I have the perfect match for me.

My husband has a strange obsession with “winning” the trash competition in our neighborhood.  He gets a thrill from having huge amounts of trash to put out.  The more there is, the happier he is.

And I, as a slob, am only too willing (and able) to oblige.

He was feeling particularly triumphant on this day, so I took a picture.  It’s from my front window, since I’m not quite ready to make the necessary explanations that would be required if I were to stand in my front yard and photograph our garbage.

Our across-the-street neighbors were running a close second, but they have trash cans, which add height to their arrangement.

Ours . . . is aaaaaallllllllll trash, baby. 

I’m linking this up to Finer Things Friday over at The Finer Things in Life, because I’m so incredibly thankful for my perfectly-matched-to-me husband.  I’m also linking up (late) to Things I Love Thursday over at The Diaper Diaries.