π - - - Lately I worry more about loss of function! π€―
ππ€£ I especially read you, today, on gain of function and Losses.
πΆπ»π΅π» Just yesterday I plopped a Village Candle into a shopping cart inside that upper rack where the toddlers sit. The little seater panel was UP. I laid it on its side under a thick and puffy fur throw already spilling over that kiddie seat, for extra safe keeping don’tcha know.
When I moved on, and pushed the cartπ forward, that danged candle rolled right out of that kiddie rack with its full falling weight, striking my number one foot joint to the toe! Ouch.
That plastic seater panel was open!
After I caught my breath, I certainly swept up that Unscathed candle with one hand, the other on the push bar, and my pain filled foot in the airborn pirouette position behind me. Then I dared to limp around looking for the blasted jar lid. Spottin it under the cart, I
scooping that thing up and slammed it right back into the jar and soundly put that beast right back on the shelf!
It nearly KILT me.π»
Do you know that standard Large Village Candle weighs TWENTY SIX FLUID OZS, AND,... that thick-glass jar itself, weighs another TWENTY-ONE POINT TWO-FIVE OZS!
How much does a BRICK weigh?
Oh, nevermind.π« I digress.
Back to me... π« I’m still limping, π€ and studying π¦Ά closely,π§ curious π€ if I will see π π¦Ά turn black, or not.
Yes. Aren’t I preening, for all 47.25 ounces of sympathy.π«
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