My 'Bobby-Box' overfloweth

Near as I can tell, there are six or seven different pills currently in use throughout the day and night. Depending on the hour, I'm either being revved up, put in neutral, fast reverse, or quietly asleep.

There's the latest anti-inflammatory pill and ointment to make my leg incision a prettier sight. Let's see: A pill to prevent stomach upset, pain pills (love 'em), sleeping pills (need 'em), a daily nitro patch. There's more -- a yellow one, a small red one, a long white one -- by now, you should get the picture.

Currently, all prescriptions are packed tightly together, in a lone 'Bobby-Box.' Cometh the time then, cometh the solution, as this story line might require some background.

Back in our early courting days, Patty was introduced to my long time friend and later Best Man, 'Uncle-Bob.' I forget the exact date, but this nickname has stuck by him over the decades in many friendly quarters. During his work-cycle, Bob made and shipped those plastic half-pint strawberry boxes across the country, we all see in the grocery stands each berry season. Hence the name 'Bobby-Box,' in our household vocabulary.

They're quickly disposable, thanks to the marvels of plastic injection-molding. But we think they are great storage containers to organize your small hardware or kitchen stuff. You can use them singularly, clip them together. Or in this new use, easily corral all prescription pills together in an orderly fashion.

Bob, tell me there isn't a larger pint size version on the market somewhere, as I'm now considering buying shares in the local pharmacy chain.