Sunday, May 7, 2017
Don't Tell My Husband
Yesterday I bought a ten-pound bag of flour. I have a canister that only holds five pounds, so I opened the bag and attempted to fill the canister. Something didn't seem quite right as I was pouring the flour into the empty canister. When I stopped, I realized that somehow there was a long gash in the bag of flour. I was dumping more on the counter than into the canister. As I stood there looking at the flour that was now also on the floor, I realized what was happening. I sat the bag of flour on the counter and looked at the side of the flour bag.
There was only one way to fix that huge slash in the bag, and not lose any more flour to the counter and floor. I found one big roll of duct tape, cut off about 3 inches, added it to the ripped bag.
Maybe my husband has been right all these years about duct tape.
That's the part I don't want him to know...that he was right!