



Don’t mind me … I’m just waiting for my pizza to cook. I’m all showered after mowing the lawn and dragging a 18kg bag of salt from my garage to the basement. The lawn no problem. I’ve been doing that for decades. The salt bags … oh hell no. I have to somehow lift this bag (as it’s slipping out of my hands) and pour the salt into this large garbage can type thing … evenly … while holding my breath. Wtf?!!! Clearly the salt bags were designed with a man in mind or a super strong woman. I’m fairly fit and it’s a near impossible for me. How about we get some pink coloured 8kg bags of salt for our water softeners? Is this a crazy idea .. no I don’t think so. I’d buy it. The wording across the packaging would scream beauty … good for hair, and skin and we could carry the damn things. You would see all kinds of ladies buying the pink bags of salt. Mind the sundress 👗marks across my boobs 🥰. And yes I mow my lawn in a sundress style. Pizzas 🍕 ready! There’s enough for two 😘. To be honest … probably not enough … I missed lunch and I’m starving. 🙂