We were figuring out how much each section of roof on the Chicken run is weighing, and Geoff picked up a measured and cut roll of the hardware cloth... five pounds, he figured.
No way, I declared. You see, I measure all mass in terms of five pound sacks of flour. New born baby? That's probably about a sack and a half. Healthy cat? Oh, maybe two sacks. It's solid science, I tell ya. Seeing the roll of wire, and having lifted a few in my life, I knew it had to be more than one sack of flour, and I said, it's ten pounds, at least.
Geoff picked it up, and raised his guess to seven pounds. Paul guessed ten pounds, and William chose nine pounds. Decisively, I detected 2.4 sacks of flour, and said twelve pounds! Out came the hanging scale, and a carabiner. Yup. I guessed it right!
The prize? A pair of unders, custom bedazzled, with the _gift_ that came in my Mother's Day Piñata. Which do I explain first, the piñata tradition, or the bedazzler?
I know this much, I should have held out for a better prize!