Nightie And The Trash

Every Friday, I love to get up just after my wife leaves for work. She is gone by six in the morning. I will put on her nightie, lay in bed, and try to fall asleep. Sometimes I do, and sometimes I just lay there. I then will go put the trash can on the curb, wearing nothing but the nightie. It's a rush. I open the garage door and just listen and look to make sure everyone's windows are closed. Then I grab the can and walk it about twenty feet to the curb. If I hear a car, I turn around and just walk slowly back in the house. That is such a thrill.

— Andy, 28