Tuesday, October 21, 2008

A letter to my neighbors

Dear neighbors,

I'd like to explain that giant pile of recycling that is on the curb this morning.

Yes, I realized that mound of cardboard is big enough to build enough shanties to house a small city of tiny cardboard dwellers. And yes, I realize there is an inordinate amount of Bud Lite Lime bottles stacked in haste along my curb.

But, please understand that we missed last month's recycling day. I don't know how, but we did.

And then our friends kept coming over with their beer bottles and leaving them in our backyard (OK, in their defense, the bottles were full when they first showed up at our house).

Of course, I have to take responsibilities for the Bud Lite Lime bottles. Most of them are mine. I can't help it. I like Bud Lite Lime.

I know, I know, that makes me a one of "those" people. But, but ... have you tried it? It seems pretty fay, but it's tasty, really. Even our neighbor who brews his own beer said that it tastes good, so please save the humiliation for Bill and his "Surrounded by Nuts" pants, please.

Plus my mom is coming today (yay) to spend the winter and we're totally going to try to act more right while she's here (it's a long shot but you never know!).

So, as you drive by our house today, just at the other houses that don't recycle and be satisfied that, at least, we're doing our part to save the world.

Your (drunken-on-Bud-Lite-Lime) nieghbor


C.J. Koster said...

I like Bud Lite Lime. And I'm a dude. Wait, does that make me gay?

RiveterGirl said...

C.J., I don't think that it makes you gay, it just makes you in touch with your inner-gay which is awesome.

Rock the Bud Lite Lime!