On occasion, not very often, it occurs to me that life would be easier if another being with opposable thumbs shared my home.

By 5:37 pm, I was in my jammies and ready for glass of wine.

I twisted and twisted. I turned and turned. Lefty loos-y.

Nothing.

Princess reached up her paw to help.

I tried cutting the tabs of the seal.

Nothing.

Flashbacks of contorting my body to navigate a zipper, open a jar of artichoke hearts and pour water softener pellets in the container flitted through my dehydrated mind.

For a moment, I thought about relationship positives.

Then, I went to the garage for pliers.