Today is bulk day again. No, not the celebration of Chicago deep dish pizza nor the day I eat a huge bowl of Wheat Chex for breakfast. Today the big truck comes around to pick up items too big to fit in the trash bin. Late yesterday I saw the steady parade of Sanford and Son, garbage picker trucks, slowly meandering through the neighborhood. They reminded me that I needed to put some things out. Most of all I needed to put the rat's nest barbeque out for pickup. If you remember, we had a barbeque sitting in the back yard that the rats had taken over. They were living inside the thing, under the lid, and amongst the ashes. I did slip some rat poison in there a while ago, but it was decided by Mark that nothing would ever be grilled on that thing again. My only wish is that I could pile a few more tons of crap out there on the curb. After all, Christmas and Mark's birthday are just around the corner and I will need to free up some room around here for the influx of holiday crap. Let's see, besides the gifts of Christmas past consisting of a sewing machine, a blender, the Wi game thingy, an ipod stereo thingy, and possibly a partridge in a pear tree, there's a few tons of 'collectibles' that would look great out on the curb. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't miss any of it. Unfortunately, Mark would.