I’m Gonna Get in Trouble for This One

I walk into the bathroom, the one Allison and I share, and guess what I found:

(I can’t even believe I’m telling you this.)

It was disgusting. Grotesque.

A huge…brown…packaging envelope from Amazon, rammed into our dainty little trash bin.

This bin, it's tiny. It's meant for tissues, floss, you know, little sh*t. But no, Al thought, 'let's give it an existential crisis!' And now it’s a useless chrome can, holding onto that Amazon envelope for dear life.

Do I raise hell about it? Nah. I've been married long enough to know which battles to pick. This ain't the hill I'm dying on, not today.

Instead, I bring my complaints to you, because you guys are my rock, my backbone. You get me.

And if you've been reading my posts for a while, you know I'mma bout to spin this entire garbage episode into some kick-ass metaphor about shredding solos or layin’ down some sick chords on the keys.

But not today.

This time, it’s your turn to be the disher-outer of musical truth nuggets.

That's right, I'm takin' the day off! So, you tell me: how would you connect my overfilled trash bin to music?

Comment below and let me know.

Happy analogizing,

Jeff

P.S. Love you, Al 😘