Yeah, our trash cart doesn't get filled in 1 week, but we pull it out on trash night anyway, because if we wait the 2-3 weeks it takes for us to fill it, the cart starts to reek like your worst nightmare.

We are black for trash and green for recycling. And the REALLY eco-conscious neighbors have an extra-small trash cart and an extra-large recycling cart. Showoffs.

I rarely fill more than a small bag with trash. Like, it's a grocery bag most weeks unless I'm doing something messy. And then the catlitter tub when it fills. But I fill up on recycling every week. Ours are officially yellow, but they'll take it from whatever you put out recycling day.

My recycling thing is huge. I have to pay based on the size of my trash can. Which is black. The compost is tiny and green. And also missing, so I keep just using my neighbors' one.

Green is for green waste - grass clipping sea and whatnot. Also the least used by me because I compost, but I do fill it up on occasion with blackberry vines and other weeds that I'm afraid will just germinate happily in the compost pile. I would have to go look to see what colors the others are, but the trash one is the bigger one, whatever color it is. I keep telling myself I should put them down on the curb whether they are full or not every week but then Sunday nights I am often tired and don't wanna.

We don't have curbside compost, but we do have curbside yard waste in certain months (bags full of leaves, etc.), but it has to be in yard waste bags or a can clearly marked as yard waste.

We have green for trash and blue for recycling.

The city replaced all the regular wheelie bins with new ones roughly twice the size.

First day I put mine out, they were stolen. Fortunately, I'd kept the old ones...which turned out to be even more coveted than the new cans...so I wrote my address all over them. Tacky, but serviceable.

The very worst bit was that people complained about the waste (pun accepted) of replacing perfectly good bins.

The city vowed that the old cans would all be recycled.

Not long after, photos emerged of 100,000 bins in the dump.

Sigh.

Our recycling and composting/green waste bins are both bigger than the trash bin. We fill recycling every week, the other two NSM.

AND, she's asked me to not tell another mutual friend. Hate.

Ugh, how do grown-ups get into that kind of situation, I have no idea? That seems so high school, okay maybe college, but honestly once you and your friends are no longer living in each other's armpits, there should be no need to keep relationships secret. The secrets are way more likely to have a bad impact on the surrounding friendships than the sex is.

Right, Burrell??? She confessed to me this afternoon, and I'm still pretty pissed she was keeping it from me in the first place (they're both single!! There is no reason for this nonsense!) and then she texted and was like "please don't tell [other friend]". And I said I wouldn't but that she should and that I didn't understand why it had to be a secret. She was all "then there would be questions and expectations and we just can't handle that right now and we don't know where this is gong blah blah blah" (she's all "she's amazing and I love her and just have this powerful connection and the sex is great and she's restored my faith in relationships but we are seeing other people because she's still broke up over her ex and not sure she'll ever get over it" but I say BLAH BLAH BLAH FISHCAKES.

There is no trash pick up here. You take it to the transfer station and pay them by the bag (I think) for trash and not sure how it works for recycling but I know there are different bins. Mom and I are getting better about recycling.

Although the previous tenants composted Mom does not.... the previous tenants had a major rodent problem because the composting was too close to the house (but there's no place further enough away to put it).

In Vermont, in the Burlington area the recycling containers were the small open blue bins. Like smaller than a laundry basket. No way to cover them and not big enough for anything. But the recyling/trash was always by a private company directly (rather than through the city) and the landlords paid for it so I don't know if I could have gotten a covered bin. The last place I lived we had to provide our own trash cans so some people had trash cans with RECYCLE painted on them to denote the difference.

I did not get enough sleep, so I was grumpy with today. Plus, the commute home was 2 hours long and I was fighting with the NHL website to JUST GIVE ME THE BOX SCORE, JESUS CHRIST. Slow internet makes me so cranky. Your new streaming service is not robust, NHL!

I say BLAH BLAH BLAH FISHCAKES.

Oh, my god. I like secret relationships in fiction, but not in real life! It sounds exhausting.