"RoseGarden" - - - - - - - from - nscave

Last evening I decided to have some of that nutritious junk food called potato chips. You know, the salt loaded, eat a whole bag until your tongue burns type of snack.

Well I am sitting in the living room chip bag in hand, about to devour life's worst junk food. Now usually you just grab hold of both sides of the bag and gently but firmly tear it apart to open it. Now you have heard me complain about packaging before, but this large bag of chips it truly contesting my opening abilities.

I grab hold of both sides at the top, and I pull, and I pull some more. Nothing. The bag doesn't even wrinkle. Well this adds a new meaning to the word secure packaging. So after a couple of blue words of encouragement, I get another grip on that resisting bag and come right on to it - all I've got, straining to the limit.

Pow! "What the h##* was that?" I am thinking. It was loud, almost like the sound of a handgun. Suddenly glancing earthward, I realize my feet are covered with potato chips. (Ever have salt between your toes? Good thing I had socks on.) "There she blows - we blew the bottom right out of the bag." The top is still intact. To say that it was a mess is an under statement.

Now you are probably wondering why I would blog about such a stupid topic. Well I believe everything happens for a reason. There were some lessons learned.

1. Never open potato chips in the nude. I could have had more than salty feet.
2. Cats have a unique way of hanging on to the ceiling.
3. The best flavour is in the bottom of the bag. (I did have a few left in the bag.)
4. Now I know why some jack knives have those dinky little scissors attached.

Tomorrow I will tell you about my velcro slippers.

-=One Day At A Time=-

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