Normally the trash is my husband's job, and Monday morning is our trash day, which means we put it out on Sunday night. He, however, went out of town yesterday afternoon to attend a seminar for three days, and so I had trash duty last night. Fortunately it wasn't too bad. We don't create much garbage and we try to recycle a lot.

Whether he's here or not, I always have to do the nastiest part of trash duty, which is sifting through the cat boxes so dirty litter clumps and cat turds can go out with the weekly garbage.