--For some dang fool reason me and those flimsy plastic containers, have a love hate relationship. As far as I’m concerned there right up there with some of those dang fool twist ties that no matter which way you twist they never seem to want to come off.
--When it comes to those dang fool plastic containers. Between the crinkling and the dang fool little nubs that only a spider monkey seems to be able to open. I know when I’m beat.
--If my wife’s not around I’ll usually just open the dang fool thing with a sharp knife. And then find another container for the dang fool stuff. Providing I can find a top for what ever container I have the misfortune of choosing.
--Because along with all the other mysteries of life the disappearing cover is another mystery you have to contend with more often than not.
--You can have a drawer with hundreds of covers and usually your lucky if you can find one for the container your looking for.
--Even though once a year I go through and match up the dang fool things. Getting rid of the little darlings who don't have a container. It seems I always end up searching until I’m blue in the face.
--Usually I’ll stay away from flimsy plastic container, because I know when I’m beat before I start.
--My wife of course just giggles about the whole thing. But why shouldn't she being blessed with little spider monkey hands she’s has no problem with the dang fool things.....
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