One such moment has arrived for me.
This is the jar:
The jar that I couldn't open. Try as I might, I couldn't open it.This is my son. My 9 year old son. My nine year old son who took the jar out of my hands and OPENED IT. Smooth and easy. Like butter.
Maybe I couldn't open it cause my hands were too wet. Or greasy. Maybe it was the lotion on my hands. Maybe it was because I am sleep deprived. Maybe my body is still physically exhausted from labor a mere six weeks ago. Maybe I wasn't even trying.
But it happened and suddenly I feel like I might as well order my polyester pants suits and stock up on brooches and order my rascal scooter, because my senior citizen discount is right around the corner.
7 comments:
i'm laughing out loud so hard right now!!! seriously i'm glad i have a friend like you..
when are we getting together???
Lol! Way to go Jonas. I always knew you had it in you :)
wow, what a stud! ;)
Thank you, thank you. I So needed a laugh today, and I am dying laughing about this.
I am sure it's just a combination of all those reasons you listed. haha
LOLOL!! Holy crap. That is hysterical.
I'd blame your greasy fingers.
But go ahead and buy some polyester pants. I hear they're quite flattering.
p.s. go ahead and boycott Hawaii. You have every reason to hate me, since I went there twice. In 3 months. I'm used to being hated because of it, actually. lol
That is too funny!
Mel, you are the reason I love the internet. Stories with a smile, that's the way we like it. By the way, I think our bodies are just falling apart, that's the answer right there.
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