My magic trick

I'm mailing Bart's and Marta's fleeces to their buyer today. Little Marta's fleece weighs just over two pounds, but big Bart's weighs more than my scale's five-pound limit. I got out my biggest box. Hmm; Houston, we may have a problem.

But I have my methods. Those thin plastic bags are my stage assistants. Using my arms, legs, and body, I play "constrictor snake" and squeeeeeze the excess air out, twisting the neck of the bag to hold the vacuum. It took a few tries this time, but in the end, the deed was done!

Fleece buyers have commented on my ability to pack a fleece; fortunately, no one has yet said they've been knocked down or out by a fleece-Jack-in-the-box!

That's it for today from . . .