To recycle or not to recycle, I could care less
A nightly occurrence at the Skowronek home is the inevitable discussion between Nicole and I regarding what should or should not be included in the ‘recyclables‘ bin. Had it been left up to me, the under-the-cabinet space used to stockpile our garbage and recyclables would have started as a single collective bin. However, as that decision was made for us by our builder, we now have yet another point of debate to captivate our lives. As a matter of fact, I find myself intentionally throwing so-called ‘recyclable’ refuse in the garbage in hopes of creating a brief spell of hostility in Nicole. Oh the thrill! Forget finances, sex and other trivial subject matters. Bring on a nasty, crumpled up, useless, used strip of Reynolds wrap and I’m good.