Cousin Bagster

It was a sad day when my Beloved Dumpster was taken away.  We still have many items to throw away, but we didn’t want to pay another month’s rental fee.  BF purchased the Beloved Dumpster’s baby cousin-once removed. 

Meet the Bagster.  It’s not made of clanky, industrious metal nor is it as big, but it’ll do.

You buy the bag, fill it up and call Waste Management when you're done.  There's an additional pick-up fee, but it's still cheaper than renting a dumpster.  It's pretty amazing, but BF was able to fit the nasty bathtub, yucky drywall and plenty of other gross debris inside the bag.

  

Beloved Dumpster

I love our dumpster.  I eagerly waited days for its arrival and it’s finally here. 

It seems pretty silly to love a dumpster, but without it, home renovations can’t be done.  BF ripped out the nasty carpet and its padding, kitchen cabinets, ceiling fans, toilets, sinks, drywall and half a deck.  All of the nasty stuff has to go somewhere, right?

Why would you leave a rusted weight bench, duct tape-wrapped weights, broken cinder blocks, microwave, mirrors and numerous random objects laying around?  To let me throw them in the dumpster, that's why!  

BANG!  Let's make some noise!

I never thought throwing concrete in a dumpster could be such a wonderful stress reliever.  It felt fantastic hearing the concrete loudly crash against the dumpster’s walls.  

All of this is now in the beloved dumpster

Believe it or not, I started pouting after BF threw the carpet and padding into the dumpster.  I was grateful to throw them away.  But I was sad to realize the rest of the debris wouldn't be as noisy when I threw it in the dumpster.  

As I tossed away the broken concrete pavers, I searched for strategic areas to where I could make some noise.  It's the small things in life...