The Woman's Friend and a Musk Ox

Yesterday we went on a field trip to a museum in the Big City. (It included a stop at Steak 'n Shake and Kohls -- gotta love homeschooling.) The boys had a great time, and I'm sure they learned a great deal. The museum had many interesting and fun exhibits for them to experience, but I found myself most enchanted by two in particular.


First of all, this museum boasts the world's best scale. When you step on the slightly padded square, at first you don't even realize that you're being measured and compared (which might be a little frightening if the scale was sizing you up against Cindy Crawford or or some young hot thing). But no. This scale, instead, compares you to . . . Ice Age Animals. No kidding.

The Beautiful Armadillo (their words, not mine)

The Dire Wolf

The Tundra Musk Ox

I noticed that the Woolly Mammoth wasn't on there. Apparently this scale has its limits. But I have decided I want one (the scale, not the ice age animal). Instead of shrugging off a few extra pounds, I would be smacked in the face with an image. I would have to ask myself, "Is this dessert worth looking like a giant beaver?" I'll know it's really time to get serious about breaking out the sweatpants when the picture is starting to read tundra musk ox. It might just get me motivated to keep my hand out of the candy jar and my feet on the treadmill to avoid looking like a tapir. Of course, right now I'm between a dire wolf and a giant beaver, so I'm not sure what that makes me. A giant dire?

Moving on to another part of the museum, I was confronted with this:

A Woman's Friend

I want you to know I've had better friends. And if you never tell me I resemble a musk ox, I'll count you as one of them.

The Woman's Friend and a Musk Ox