So, Mr. Greenjeans ordered me a gift from Leahman's non-electric. I didn't really know he was getting me anything, but I came across the entry on the bank register. I had to wait about a week to see what it was, and kept trying to guess what it was.
On the day it came, we hadn't been home together in a few days and we both arrived with about a 1/2 hour to turn around for a dinner at some folk's house. I wanted to open it right away, and so Mr. Greenjeans said to bring it to the bedroom...well I didn't know that Leaman's sold that sort of thing in their non-electric catalogue.
Well, they don't - But the gift was a compost pail.
Appearently he was bothered by my compost in the plastic bags and cerial box liners and things on the kitchen counter. After 20 years of marriage, he addressed the problem by buying this alternative.
I actually love the gift. It's the sort of thing I wouldn't have bought for myself and I really like how sturdy it is.