Wait...am I missing something?

My trash can actually. I came home last night to find the lid sitting on the ground, and no can. I went inside hoping Andy had moved it to the backyard or something like that. Nope. Gone. We walked up and down the street, we looked around the edge of the lake, no luck. I felt like we were looking for a lost cat. I felt like calling out "heerrreeee canny canny canny!"

I don't what inspired someone to walk off with a trashcan of all things. All I know is I'm a little frustrated at having to go to Home Depot to buy a new one. I feel like buying some spraypaint too. Just so I can write all over it "This is mine."