My inspiration for this post came from my dear, longtime blogging friend, Debbie @ Musings by an ND Domer's Mom, who is not only a gifted...
Does anyone know what the glue is made of that’s on those annoying little stickers that garnish every single piece of produce?Well, whatever it is I think I could use it if I ever had the desire to suspend a 900 lb. baby elephant upside-down from the ceiling of my apartment by applying that glue to the soles of it‘s feet.
That shit won’t budge!
Which brings me to my second question…
…does anyone know how to remove those annoying little stickers without having a total nervous breakdown and ending up in a sanitarium; wearing a straight-jacket?
The other night while I was watching a DVD collection of Will and Grace, I decided to eat one of my recently purchased Fuji apples. However, I wasn’t able to eat the apple in it’s original form because by the time I got the sticker off, I had completely transformed it into apple sauce.
I dug and dug with my index finger until I thought I was going to SCREAM. And when that didn’t work, I took a teaspoon and began STABBING the label until the apple turned to mush.
One time I remember getting so frustrated that I ended up biting the sticker off with my teeth and then spitting it out of my mouth like Hannibal Letcher.
And I especially love how if by some miracle I DO get the sticker off, my next torturous task is trying to get the annoying thing off my finger.
A few months ago, right before I was getting ready to go into work, I tried to remove one of those stickers from my finger. I began flicking and waving my hand like a cat with a wet paw; eventually getting the damn thing off. However, I had no idea where the sticker went. And to be honest, I really didn’t care because I was in a hurry to get to work. Later, one of my co-workers found it….
…it had adhered itself to the backside of my dress pants.
Apparently, I was walking around for the first thirty minutes with a tiny name tag on my ass that claimed I was a Fuji apple.
I also feel as though I’m being haunted by these nasty stickers because once removed, I will mysteriously find them all over my apartment. I’ve found them stuck to various things inside the refrigerator, on pieces furniture, lamp shades; I even found one cleverly stuck to my bath towel.
I mean, how the HELL did they get there?
Do you know what I think?
I think those little fuckers are trying to drive me insane…
Wishing you a "sticker-free" weekend everyone!
Love,
Joan
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