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.
It’s 9:15 p.m. and my husband is eating pickles.
He also ate them for breakfast this morning.
I think he might be pregnant.
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
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?”