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).
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ReplyDeleteYes, sometimes it's much better! (but what in the world...?)
ReplyDeleteGee, I had no idea beavers got that big! But then again I know nothing about beavers :)
ReplyDeletePerhaps I should look on the bright side: I now have an excuse for avoiding the scale.
ReplyDeleteBad 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?
ReplyDeleteWell, 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
ReplyDeleteGlad your husband wore gloves.
Exactly what are they doing with the beaver? Curious minds want to know...
ReplyDeleteBy his own admission, he put the beaver ON THE SCALE.
ReplyDelete("But I wiped it off, afterwards!")
It was one big beaver.
Men are so helpful! LOL
ReplyDeletewhere did he get the beaver?
ReplyDeleteCaught it in a trap (he's the village animal control officer. The Brother-in-Law, that is).
ReplyDeleteI 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.
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