missing trash cans.

carl and i go home for lunch. today, as we were pulling into our cul-de-sac, i noticed our trash cans weren't out there anymore. i've had major pregnancy brain lately, so immediately my mind went to, "OMG DID WE FORGET TO PUT THE TRASH CANS OUT?! or did someone steal them? did i imagine asking carl to take the trash out this morning when we got home from the gym?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"

we pulled into the garage, and there they were. crap.

"nope. the garage smells like smoke. your dad has been here," carl said. sure enough, he had been by to work on our bathroom and decided to be nice and put the trash cans back inside. 

however, they hadn't taken the recyclables yet. they take the trash in the morning, and the recyclables around 1 or 2 p.m. so carl put it back outside.