One evening, Bonnie came to give Laura her good night kisses. The goodnight kisses are Laura’s favorite time of day.

“Put in your earplugs. The dinosaurs are coming in the morning.” Bonnie said sweetly.

This could only mean one thing. It would be Friday morning and come the dawn the garbage trucks would be roaring and banging and making all sorts of ungodly noise for that time in the morning. Kind of like if a T-Rex were on the job, picking up the cans, screeching to the sky over his found treasure, devouring the contents, and slamming the empties back on the curb. If I indeed wanted to sleep, earplugs would be the way to go.

I offer you this pictorial of our street with our new garbage man. Thank you Photoshop for making my imagination come to life.

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