Thursday, January 21, 2010

Sometimes, You Just Don't Ask

About an hour ago, the spousal unit announced “If I do this scientifically, it should work,” and walked out of the house carrying a pair of surgical gloves, the bathroom scale and the digital camera.

(Update: my brother in law left a sixty-five pound dead beaver in our garage. I am never...ever...going to step on that scale again).

13 comments:

Karen in Wichita said...

You will *have* to post a followup to this post, you know.

Shay said...
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tattrldy said...

Yes, sometimes it's much better! (but what in the world...?)

Rochelle R. said...

Gee, I had no idea beavers got that big! But then again I know nothing about beavers :)

Shay said...

Perhaps I should look on the bright side: I now have an excuse for avoiding the scale.

Sam said...

Bad spousal unit! First to take a household item for dirty Boy Job and then to give his comment. Just the thing to send fear flying across the room. Dare we ask how the beaver got in the garage?

Packrat said...

Well, I'd say spousal unit weighed himself and then picked up the beaver and weighed the both of them together. Sooo, now you can safely touch the scales (sorry), but not spousal unit. LOL

Glad your husband wore gloves.

Denise said...

Exactly what are they doing with the beaver? Curious minds want to know...

Shay said...

By his own admission, he put the beaver ON THE SCALE.

("But I wiped it off, afterwards!")

It was one big beaver.

Packrat said...

Men are so helpful! LOL

Karen Minturn Brown said...

where did he get the beaver?

Shay said...

Caught it in a trap (he's the village animal control officer. The Brother-in-Law, that is).

Steph's (tat) Stuff said...

I just laughed like a maniac at this, the neighbors are going to call the cops...or mental health services. Too funny. Thirty-ish pound beavers I have seen. Sixty-five? Never. Just wow.