You know it's bad (or extremely good, depending on how you look at it) when you hear the garbage truck coming down the street, realize your PILE is still under the carport, so you throw on a terry cloth bathrobe, (hair and makeup still leftover from the day before), and haul ass to the curb...
meanwhile the garbage men are bewildered yet friendly, and one guy says, "don't hurt your feet," (looking down I realize I'm not wearing any shoes, big surprise), and then he asks, "you live here with your husband?" Um, yeah, he's just at work today and we forgot to take out the garbage. "oh, (disappointed), Ok then, have a good day." and they drive off into the sunrise, headed for the great landfill beyond.
I'll take any boost to my self esteem that I can get!