So why do I get so flummoxed when I unable to OPEN THE FUCKING TOMATO SAUCE JAR? Oh, my kingdom for a strong-handed man!
Note to self: stop buying spagetti sauce in faux-Mason jars, as they set the feminist movement back decades.
Yes, I did the hot water thing and the tapping the lid, and I was finally able to open it. And now my girlish hands hurt.
I swear, next first date I have, I'm bringing a stubborn jar along to test his fitness as a partner.