me vs the garbage can

and i didnt win. it wasnt a pretty sight. this morning, clad in my pjs, i went to take out the garbage. our garbage cans are provided by the city. they are about 3 1/2 feet tall and have wheels on them, so you have to tilt them back to roll them. well, we, as in kell and i have been doing some spring cleaning over the last week, so i kinda forgot that it was uber heavy. so i went to tilt it back and it wouldnt budge. i literally had to jump on it using all my body weight to get it to tilt back. so i was wheeling away, trotting down the driveway with my ginormous 100 ton garbage can when all of the sudden i must have hit a crack in the pavement because the garbage can went flying forward, as did i. i went half over the top of the garbage can, scraping my shins, hip, and knees on the way. and the garbage can was now completely all the way face down. great. how was i going to get this beast up? i quickly looked around to look to see if anyone witnessed my little escapade--i am sure they were snickering away thru the curtains. so i sat there for a good minutes trying to haul the beast top side up. i finally managed, but by the time i got it up, i was out of breath and my shin was burning from where the skin was missing from being scraped off. i muttered a string of not so nice words under my breath and proceeded to roll the garbage can to the curb.

score: garbage can 1, me 0.

next time, we'll get even.