I was going to be really mean and petty and selfish and post a picture of a newborn up here and then say that I had to put a random picture up because I don't have any of Lily yet, but then I decided that would be mean. So I didn't. I know people are busy, I'm not complaining. Newborn baby and all. But I still don't have any photos to share with my rabid readership, and I'm starting to feel like a total narcissist (more than usual, I mean) because the wallpaper on my computer is a picture of me in the ranks. Soon though. Soon.
In the meantime. My roommate and I get along quite well. She's a flighty theatre type, I've been known to have fits of drama myself. Like today when I threw down the frock coat I was altering and declared in a fit of hysteria, "I've ruined it! It was perfect until I touched it with these hands of ineptitude!"
Which is not entirely true: Granted, the sleeves still aren't sitting right, but at least I didn't put the pleats in backwards.
But back to the story. So my roommate and I understand one another. When I told Am about my ambition to Start Recycling, she said, "okay" and then (two weeks later) when I mentioned that the recycling center for Williamsburg was right down the road, she only hesitated a minute before volunteering to take us there, along with two week's worth of recyclables. The problem was though, the drop-off center closed at four, and it was now eight pm. What to do. Picture it: two young women, sitting on a darkened county road, in a black car with the vanity plate "HAM1ET", staring forlornly at their goal which is securely locked behind a ten-foot tall chain link fence.
"What should we do?"
"We could leave it here and they could pick it up tomorrow."
"No, we can't."
"No, I suppose not."
"It's okay. I'll get it on Saturday."
"Or I could come tomorrow. I have tomorrow off."
"I feel bad making you do it. It was my idea."
"You know what? Let's just leave it. It's not like we're littering."
"Yeah. It's not a crime to recycle."
"Or is it? 'Sorry officer, we just wanted to recycle!'"
"Maybe we should throw it over the fence so the critters don't get it."
"Okay. I feel so naughty!"
"They've probably got cameras posted. They're going to come knocking on our door tomorrow."
"They probably can track your car."
"Ohmygosh, you're right!"
"Oh well, too late now!"
"This is totally the naughtiest thing I've done all week."
"hee, hee, hee..."
"You totally have to blog about this."