Trash Juice Got On My Toes - More Confessions of a Ghetto Queen

Disgusting I know. But that is how
it is here. Things like this happen to me
All. The. Time.

Let me explain. Last week Hubs
discovered some ground beef in the fridge
that needed to be tossed. So, he sits it
on the counter for the maid to take care of.
Only, she ignored it because I think she was
a little irritated that he didn’t just toss
it into the trash himself, since it was two feet away,
but I’m just guessing.

Later that day, a teenager happened upon
the scene. She asked the maid “Why is there hamburger
sitting on the counter?” The maid replied, “So,
we can enjoy the fresh aroma as it rots. Just
throw it away.” And she did.

Now, that is not the end of this confession.
True to ghetto style the ground beef remained
in the trash until it began to stink up the entire
kitchen house, because here in the backwoods, one
can only dump their trash on certain days of the
week, and guess what? This wasn’t one of those
days. In fact, it was the beginning of a 3 day stretch
before the trash place would be open again.

So, it sat there. Rotting, and stinking up my kitchen
house, until the maid had enough, and decided to load
it up, and take it to another trash place 20+ miles
away, to get rid of it.

And that’s when it happened. As I was lugging it
to the car, trash juice got on my toes. It was warm
and sticky, not to mention stinky. And that put
the maid in a Really. Good. Mood.

It’s not always pretty here in ghettoville.
I’m just sayin.

Anyone want to come and visit?
We got fresh ‘maters from the garden.

Blog ya later, Missy