I hold a few things to be true:
It may be true that I care more than other people about this seemingly insignificant part of life. But to me it is very important. It's right up there with the 'store your toilet paper in the bathroom next to the toilet' rule.
Anyway, when I moved in to my house my Dad ducked up the shops and bought some garbage bags for my big bin. I *stressed* that he needed to get big ones so that they would fit in my bin. He got ones that didn't. So, for the last 8 months or so I've been breaking the edges of my bags as I try to squeeze them over my bin. Every single time I saw my bin for months and months, I've had the shits with my Dad. Sure, it's not fair, but it's true. (Sorry Dad, I do love you).
Well today is a good day for two reasons. Firstly, it's payday. Secondly, the last of the *not quite big enough to fit in my bin* bags have been used! That's right, from here on in life is going to be good. In fact, I'm going to go up the road and buy some 10 gazillion litre bags after rugby training tonight just to celebrate!