If I remember correctly, it was the 30th of December. What a day. That was the last time I visited L-O-G-A-N. The day was bright and sunny. I had a list of things I wanted to do when visiting logan. Of course, first was to hang out with Hoodrat. That's Jess. Second was to take care of some personal business. By personal business I mean return a couch to its rightful owner. How would we do this? We didn't have a truck, car, or dogsled. So, we did what any stronger than you think girls would do. We started carrying that dang thing towards the two mile away destination. Our goal was to carry the couch all the way, which would include the treacherous 8th North hill. Yeah right. Every 20 yards we had to take a break. Lucky for us it was a Tuesday. Garbage day. When the garbage man saw us slowly making our way up the street, he stopped and asked if there was anything he could do. Has anyone ever talked to their garbage man before? You should they're awesome.
When we explained our situation to him, he lowered the mighty claw. We hooked the couch on and started running alongside. He told us this would take too long and insisted we jumped up front with him. He opened the door and we climbed up and snuggled in. There we were. Moving a couch, hitchhiking, and having quite a wonderful conversation with our garbage man. Yet another reason I love Logan.