Redecorating

This blog has a new look. I know, I know, it's not one of my best. But hey, I was pressed for time; it's 11:03 in the p.m., and Fult has no luck and wants to go to bed. So she just throws on the first (ok, like, fifty millionth. I'm picky even when I'm tired) thing she sees and republishes. But now she really, really, wants to go to bed. So she's gonna stop being picky for the night and go hit the sack.



After she talks about ziplock bags, that is.

She was fixing herself a high-cal mal-nutritious snack, and the cheese was a brand new block. Fult was the first to open it, meaning her portion of cheese would be a little bit slippery and plastic and wrinkled on one end. But no matter. Fult cuts of a generous slice and opens the middle droor to grab a ziplock bag.

Enter the ziplock bag.

There are two sizes for ziplock bags. Small and big. So, not sensing a problem, Fult grabs for the small bag and...

UH OH!!!

THIS FRESH BLOCK OF CHEESE IS TOO...FRIKIN'....BIG FOR THE SMALL ZIPLOCK BAG.

So Fult cheerily finds the larger size and drops the block of cheese into it...And never hears it land.

You see, there's a small and big size of ziplocks, but no medium. So if you were going to package a, say, fresh block of cheese, you would be in deep yougurt. Cause when you're dealing with ziplock bags, one size doesn't fit all.

Fult will now go to bed now that she's got that load of her chest (wipes the cold sweat off her brow).

Night.