Mike is an avid customer review reader. Typically, these opinions provide information beyond that offered by the manufacturer.
Today while weighing the pros and cons of a 20-pound spring and hook scale
20-pound spring and hook scale
the user benefit was just as humorous as it was helpful.
I would love to understand your logic behind leaving 1.75 Triscuits in the box. Please explain.
Pic from TheImpulsiveBuy on Flickr.
For the most part, Mike and I felt safe and secure in London. Sure there were a couple of near-misses with oncoming traffic and more than one instinctive clutch of my purse closer to my chest, but overall, nothing to fret over.
I guess our most significant close-call so far would be from a couple days ago when I picked up Mike’s passport off of the bedroom floor and casually tossed it over to him … just barely missing the open window leading to the city street three floors below. Oops.
Recreation of possible doom
Went over to Adam and Em’s to watch the final game of the NCAA tournament. We were rooting for Kentucky in support of Randy, so in the last minutes of the game, Mike offers the team a bit of encouragement: “Come on, guys. Score some more of those basketball points!”
Our kids, if we have them, are doomed to be enormous nerds.
Thanks to Steve Johnson on Flickr for the pic.
I typically scoff when my husband mandates that we purchase the super soft, plush, gentle-enough-for-a-baby’s-bottom toilet paper. But I have to admit that it’s been a lifesaver for my recent hyper congested, blow-my-nose-every-five-minutes affliction.
So here’s a toast (of Emergen-C) to Mike’s tender tushy!
Thanks to derekGavey on Flickr for this very artistic pic of TP!
Incriminating evidence our quasi-pet squirrel trying to steal Mike’s underpants:
I guess the first question would be: “Why are Mike’s underpants on the deck?”
Second questions is: “What in the world would a squirrel do with them?”