Meghan Gains Freedom

Well. Aly finally left, leaving me free to post whatever i will. See, she was manning the last post. I had no say in it. I was subjected to her ridicule and abuse over my obsession with the fart-noise-making speaker. Now, to explain the title of this blog.
You see, I've had this unexplainable obsession with zippers for quite some time. Ever since I read a book in which the young boy's father owns, amongst many other things, the manufacturing company of zipper teeth, I've been fascinated with the little silver things. (By the way, the book is titled Son of Interflux - by the amazing and humorous Gordon Korman. A good read, if you ever happen to see it) I mean, they're just so silver.. and so, so shiny.. and just oh, so, FABULOUS! I mean, think about it. Who ever said: "Okay. Lets make a million tiny metal straight lines, sow them on to a sweater, add a fancy contraption, and TA-DA! the zipper. Who thinks of these things? Now if you'll really think about it, it's amazing! It must have taken a considerable amount of time, brain power, and originality to come up with such a common, everyday, un-thought of thing. Because, really. Who ever thinks of zippers? Who ever spends their time thinking about such a valuable contribution to man-kind? So many things we use have zippers. For one, this sweater I'm wearing. If the zipper had never been invented, I would have to do it up with buttons, and everyone knows that that's just plain annoying. Now, the zipper in my jeans. If that wasn't there, I would either have a huge, gaping hole, showing off my yellow underwear to the world, or possibly even worse, nothing at all. Just pants, with a button on top. Every time I needed to relieve myself, or change, I would have to spent countless minutes struggling out of jeans too tight. Or, I could take an even less desirable option, and wear extremely loose-fitting jeans. But personally, I would prefer not to have a sagging behind, or to be publicly humiliated by having the whole of my yellow underwear shown off when my baggy-zipper-less pants fall down.
Well, thats all for tonight folks. More on zippers and their fascinating history when we (or I) return. Sleep tight!
p.s. - I won the class spelling bee in grade 2. Now how's that for good spelling??