Dumpster Diving...sort of

So I took Liz and our dog, Roxie, on a walk right around sunset last night. Friday is trash day, so a lot of our neighbors had their bins out. As I walked down the street, I noticed that a really cool toy had been placed out for the garbage man. I quickly decided he didn't need it and Liz probably did. So I went and knocked on the door to, quite sheepishly, ask if I could have their garbage for my baby to play with. No one answered the door, so I made a quick decision and brought the toy into our family. Lucky for me, right when I picked up this awkward thing a huge family (I'm talking dogs, kids, parents, cousins, aunts, uncles, etc.) came walking up behind me and walked in the same direction as my house. I tried to hobble along casually, balancing the stroller, Roxie (who was now going nuts over the herd following us) and my new prize. I held my head high, thanked the Lord for such a great, FREE find and continued home as quickly as I could. I got home and cleaned off our find and it has been a hit! I feel like a vagabond, but the look on Liz's face when she started discovering all the cool features to this thing made that little walk of shame worth it.