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.
Princess reached up her paw to help.
I tried cutting the tabs of the seal.
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.