Thursday, January 08, 2009
What to do with the scale . . .
What I would really like to do with my scale:
Run over it with the car.
Recycle it. Let the recyclers crush it into a million pieces and turn it into something actually useful.
Drop it into the flowing lava of Mordor. (One scale to rule them all. One scale to bind them. One scale to rule their world, and with it's numbers, blind them.)
Put out in the snow and let the next hulking snow plow fling it into oblivion.
Take Allie's advice and give it to Deseret Industries. (Come to think of it, I've never seen a bathroom scale at my favorite thrift store. Is it because they sell like hotcakes or because no one ever has the nerve to give them away?)
Pack it in my carry-on the next time I go to the airport and let TSA dispose of it.
Feed it to Godzilla.
What I've decided to do with my bathroom scale:
Hide it under the bed. The plan is to weigh in once a month. On fast Sunday -- the first Sunday of the month.
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