The Little Things
|I've noticed the older I get the less it takes to make me happy.
Some times it's the littlest things.
I have always loved Slim Jims. I guess it's from eating so many of them at the ball field. I like the long ones. I keep a box of them in the truck at all times. Nearly every evening when I walk up to check on the cows, I grab a Slim Jim to eat on the walk.
Anybody who has ever eaten a Slim Jim knows there's just one problem, you can't get the cotton picken things open. That's all changed now.
They now have an easy open top on them. You just grab each side and peel them open like a banana.
Like I said, little things make me happy. Life is good.