Scissors...they rock!
They release and obtain.
They open packages...especially stupid plastic bags that are impossible.
They make you think.
They come in variety.
I wish I had more scissors.
At home...I have a lot...at school...I have one.
Why do we refer to them as a pair...why aren't they called scissor.
Birds...scissor tail.
I feel like this spoon is real silver...I threw it away...it made my mouth feel weird.
Scissors...they used to be the culprit. They would help my boring childhood exciting by letting me cut pieces of paper into more pieces...and more and more AND MORE pieces.
Overall it was my fault...but I cleaned up well.
Dang spoons! I'll keep it in the trash...maybe I will take it out...then paint it...with some acrylics...and I'll give it to someone.
Sure I like to cut...but I don't enjoy so much the gluing process that just might come afterwards.
I want to use scissors to cut metaphors out of the world. They ruin me and my reading abilities.
Luckily I can eat my apple sauce without the use of scissors.
I don't use scissors to open Cd's...I was given this really cool blade thing at the ELCA gathering.
Would God use scissors if God had human hands?
More questions that cannot be answered...all because of those darn scissors.
(Scissors picture by me)
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