A Slow Day at the Office

(Double click on the picture to get a better view of the crime scene.)

Why, you may ask, is Sean trying to drown Christian in the kitchen sink while using a plastic half-gallon milk jug? Good question. I don't know. No, actually, you have it all wrong. Sean isn't using a half-gallon milk jug to drown Christian--he's using a full gallon milk jug. Just kiddin' ya.

What you see here is what we at the Sagers house like to call, "killing time on a slow Sunday evening." We started out lingering at the dinner table debating about who has the greater lung capacity. Now, as I look at it in the light of day, it doesn't seem so vital to know that particular fact, but at the time it seemed mighty important to determine who is the biggest windbag. We tried blowing out as much air as we could until our eyes bugged out of our heads then tried blowing into a balloon until our eyes bugged out of our heads. Then Christian, Mr. Science Christian, matter of factly stated that there is a very accurate method that we were overlooking. Drowning our heads in the sink. Well, sort of.

The method went like this: We filled the sink with water, then filled a gallon jug with water, capped it, then tipped the jug upside down in the water and removed the cap, then inserted a straw into the mouth of the jug which is underwater at this point, then inserted the other end of the straw into our mouths and blew. The outcome is that we were able to see how much air was blown into the milk jug replacing the water that was already in the milk jug. Then we marked where the water line ended up after one blow. The one who ended up with the most air in the milk jug and the least amount of water remaining was the one with the most humungous lungs. That turned out to be Sean and Dave. They both blew all of the water out of the jug, and then some. Actually, I think Christian also blew out all of the water on his second try. (Insert your own "full of hot air" jokes here. I still have to live with these people, so, you know, I better watch what I say. But you feel free.)

The biggest windbag competition, along with a lively game of Handsdown (for the record, Sean was in absolute agony about having to play Handsdown) made for one of our more er, "interesting" Sunday evenings. But a fun one to be sure!