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This weekend Bobby and I were shopping at Target, and were comparing two different sizes of the same washing powders. (Do we still call them powders if it's a liquid?) One container says 120 oz, 35 washing loads. The larger container on the shelf below it says, 145oz, 38 washing loads. Maybe I'm crazy, maybe the designer at the printing company didn't bother to track someone down to verify their facts, maybe that truly is accurate, but why on earth would 25 ounces of detergent only produce 3 more loads of clothes while filling up a bottle twice the size and costing almost twice as much? Am I missing something somewhere?
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Jennifer said…
only you could come up with this! too funny! I have never thought of it like that! Thanks again for watching Jacob. Things weren't going well in practice so I thought Jack would be overwhelmed. Sorry I forgot to get him!
March 25, 2008 at 9:22 PM
Unknown said…
he was fine! Bobby enjoyed it, though he said when Jacob started singing he wasn't sure what to do for a minute. He finally decided it was a great song, Jacob has great voice, he's worshipping, let 'em at it! David Bratten commented how great a voice Jacob has, too!
I asked Jacob after church if Mr. Bobby had behaved himself, and Jacob looked down real quick, and said,"YES!"
March 26, 2008 at 8:01 AM
andy said…
Even though you get more ounces with the bigger bottle the person who made the labels had enough foresight to know you would spill half the bottle before it was all used.
March 28, 2008 at 12:12 AM
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