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.

but I say BLAH BLAH BLAH FISHCAKES.

Yeah, sounds like a mess, especially the whole "I'm in love with her but we're seeing other people because she's not over her ex" part. I am not judgey about open relationships, but unless you are both committed to it, someone is going to get hurt.

But can I just say BLAH BLAH BLAH FISHCAKES may be my favorite random exclamation since JIGGERY POKERY

I stole it from TWOP back in the day....

But yeah. I think they are being ridiculous. Like, fine, she's not over her ex (it's true) and you like her anyway. Fine. She may break your heart. And you may not be able to define your current relationship. But that's not a valid reason for keeping it SECRET. jeez.

Seattle people, have you heard about the play that'swhatshesaid? [link] It sounds fascinating, but the meta story around it is seriously messed up. [link]

ion, growing up in the 80s doesn't always save us from teen embarrassment on social media. I know this guy. [link]

I hadn't, but wow.

The weird thing about this cease and desist letter is that there are no women characters in Lopez's play, The Whipping Man, so there are no lines from The Whipping Man in That'swhatshesaid. This absence of women characters is acknowledged instead by the sound of 72 pages being flipped.