July 21, 2006 @ 7:07 am | Filed under: The Cross-Country Move
How do you get your jars open?
Me: "Sure, you can have some juice. Let me just open a new bottle."
Fifteen minutes later, red-faced, sore-wristed, and rassafrassing under my breath: "Um, how about milk."
Note to self: Time to start lifting weights. (Bahahahaha. Like THAT’S going to happen with all this free time!)
We once had a really great jar opener, but I broke it. From overuse. Hmm, maybe it’s time to redeem those ClubMom points for a Bed, Bath, & Beyond gift card.
This thing? No help at all.
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