Trash Talking

After months and months, Joe has victoriously finished another home improvement project. Our trash cans have a home.

I may be the one who talks about frugality, but my husband can squeeze the blood from a turnip, too. This trash can rack was made with boards we got for free when we were picking up firewood (free also) off of Craigslist this Spring. The paint was leftover from our front door. Total cost: whatever we paid Home Depot for the screws to hold it together + Joe's blood, sweat, and tears.

And, if you live in the area, don't even THINK about trying to steal our trash rack like some punk stole my newspapers filled with coupons (this is like stealing money from my hands) from the end of the driveway last weekend. The joke will be on you. This thing is anchored in the ground with concrete three feet below the surface (something about the frost line). Personally, I think Joe just likes to dig holes. After all, he did dig the holes twice. I guess the old addage: cut once, measure twice applies to hole digging, too.

One question: Would it defeat the purpose of a thrifty trash rack if we spent some money on matching trash cans?

Now, at our home, taking out the trash brings a smile to your face.