I found my 1 true love!
Actually it's a love-hate relationship we have, me & peanuts.
I utterly hate them & the box they rode in in when somebody ships something to me. I have to take them outside on the porch so I don't get them all over inside, scoop them out of the box without spilling any which is almost as difficult as trying to scoop up a ball of quicksilver because just the wind form my movements scatters them.
&any scooping device is very limited in effectiveness because the device, a bowl or even an actual scoop becomes useless when about 20 handfuls are still left (the quicksilver effect).Then i have to chase them around the box by hand and get quarter handfuls of the ones that didn't scoot fast enough. this takes many minutes bent over. All the time I'm muttering profanity.
But it's Love all over again when I get to send them to somebody else/.
This is because I know how much they love and appreciate me. it's seldom somebody is industrious enough to save their irritating little butts by not dumping box and all in a dumpster and they get to go eff up somebody else's day.
That's why they love me so. I don't discard them, i save them, i cherish their existence in my storage bag.
It's Love in the 3rd degree for both of us.once I have the little buggers corralled and bagged for their next adventure. Then we settle down into a blissful relationship in which I TOTALLY FORGET THE LITTLE SOBS and they know they have a new lease on life, at least 1 more place to go and 1 more person to drive temporarily insane.
So though packing something to ship is a bit of annoyance, when I Release the Peanuts,I'm gleeful in my personal knowledge of what awaits the next jerk who gets them!
Actually it's a love-hate relationship we have, me & peanuts.
I utterly hate them & the box they rode in in when somebody ships something to me. I have to take them outside on the porch so I don't get them all over inside, scoop them out of the box without spilling any which is almost as difficult as trying to scoop up a ball of quicksilver because just the wind form my movements scatters them.
&any scooping device is very limited in effectiveness because the device, a bowl or even an actual scoop becomes useless when about 20 handfuls are still left (the quicksilver effect).Then i have to chase them around the box by hand and get quarter handfuls of the ones that didn't scoot fast enough. this takes many minutes bent over. All the time I'm muttering profanity.
But it's Love all over again when I get to send them to somebody else/.
This is because I know how much they love and appreciate me. it's seldom somebody is industrious enough to save their irritating little butts by not dumping box and all in a dumpster and they get to go eff up somebody else's day.
That's why they love me so. I don't discard them, i save them, i cherish their existence in my storage bag.
It's Love in the 3rd degree for both of us.once I have the little buggers corralled and bagged for their next adventure. Then we settle down into a blissful relationship in which I TOTALLY FORGET THE LITTLE SOBS and they know they have a new lease on life, at least 1 more place to go and 1 more person to drive temporarily insane.
So though packing something to ship is a bit of annoyance, when I Release the Peanuts,I'm gleeful in my personal knowledge of what awaits the next jerk who gets them!
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