I won the trash war.

In August I moved into my own place.

Since August I've struggled to remember to put the trash can on the curb on the right day.

For two weeks the weather was crappy, and by crappy I mean pouring down rain, cold, and wind. 
And for some reason I just can't make myself go out in that to move the trash can.

And the trash men are decidedly against me. They go into the neighbors' yards and empty their trash cans, and put them back neatly in their fenced in yards. My trash can ends up rolling down the street for half the day.

Well not this week!! I took my trash out last night.  It took up half of my front curb, but it's out. This week I  VICTORIOUS!