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alexiscartwheel) wrote2009-02-07 01:24 pm
alexiscartwheel) wrote2009-02-07 01:24 pm
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In which Alexis cannot make PB&J
For two days, a jam jar has stood between me and my lunch. Yesterday morning I had to abandon hope and leave my half-constructed sandwich in the fridge, or else be late for work. (Yeah, I left a plate in my fridge with two slices of bread, one spread with peanut butter. Pathetic.)
Today I thought I could conquer the jar, but it was not to be. Now I still can't have my PB&J and my arm hurts. Is this a particularly evil jar? Or is my grip getting that much worse?
Oh, jam jar, why do you hate me so? Now you force me to be all healthy and eat salad.
Today I thought I could conquer the jar, but it was not to be. Now I still can't have my PB&J and my arm hurts. Is this a particularly evil jar? Or is my grip getting that much worse?
Oh, jam jar, why do you hate me so? Now you force me to be all healthy and eat salad.