The One With the Dumpster Incident

Anyone else have trouble sleeping without their husband?
Because I always seem to!

It's so weird how quickly that happens.

The other night I was consistently waking up as I waited for Kyle to come to bed. 

He finally came in, but seemed to be searching for something. 

Eventually, he asks me if I've seen his phone all night. 

So I call it and it goes straight to voice mail. 

That always seems like a bad sign.

Of course by this time I'm up and we begin searching. 

He checks the car. 

No phone.
Then he remembers that he threw a bunch of stuff in the dumpster on his way in.
There's no way it got thrown in too right?

He grabs a flashlight and peeks in the dumpster.

Kyle's phone at the very bottom of the dumpster.

So here we are at midnight trying to figure out how he's going to get his phone.
It quickly becomes apparent to me that there is no way he's going to be able to get himself back out if he goes in.

Trying to stay as far out as possible!

Woken up and forced into a dumpster. 

I think I should get an amazing wife award for this!

Sadly, Kyle just thought it was funny. 

Next time, his phone can stay 6ft down in a dumpster...