Now it's time for the garage

The attic is cleared.  Now it's time to finish the garage.  We have been working on parts of it all along.  We certainly couldn't handle a 2 1/2 car garage with a 20 x 10 storage addition in one day.  Started at 8:30 am and gave up at 5:30 pm.  (There were a couple of food breaks.)  Pretty much done.  The problem is that there is about 25 pieces of Styrofoam to get rid of and the recycling bin and trash bin are full.  Someone in the house who shall remain nameless has a penchant for saving the boxes of everything he buys.  So now we have all these boxes to flatten and recycle and all this rigid Styrofoam that held the products in place.  Too tired to worry about it now.  Time to eat.

Over dinner we hatched a plot to dispose of the Styrofoam.  When it got dark, we prepared for action.  Black clothing.  Blackened faces optional.  We would take as many pieces as we could carry and go to look in neighbor's recycling bins.  Any that weren't totally full, well, you can guess.  We did this separately so not to attract attention.  When our arms were empty, we went back to pick up more.  Oh, so much for dark clothing, the stark white Styrofoam glows in the dark.   

There is this woman who moved in 18 months ago down the block, but she doesn't live there.  Every two weeks she comes to her place and there are alot of cars in the street.  Never met her.  No one on the block has.  She wasn't home.  Her bins were still by her garage, so I pulled her recycle bin to the curb and filled it with the last of my stash.  As I was strutting home with a satisfied look on my face,  she drives in.  Even though I was very tired, I found the energy to sprint home.  

My partner in crime returned from his journey.  Congratulating ourselves on a job well done, we then focused our eyes on the three bags of trash that didn't fit in our trash bin.  We actually stood in the driveway discussing the situation.  Since our life of crime was already started, we decided to become career criminals.  We disposed of the 3 bags in the same way - not in the direction of the neighbor who returned home.

We are going to have to leave the state to avoid capture.