My hormones are ajar...
I just want to say that even though I love the effects fo the hormones...it would be nice if I could still open a friggen JAR...!!
Just had to vent.
Just had to vent.
posted by Daya Curley at
5:13 PM
Thursday, December 6, 2007My hormones are ajar...
I just want to say that even though I love the effects fo the hormones...it would be nice if I could still open a friggen JAR...!!
Just had to vent.
posted by Daya Curley at
5:13 PM
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8 Comments:
Friggin' jars, they can be so friggin' annoying. I friggin' HATE it when I can't friggin' open a friggin' jar.
Max
That's Mark's job now. :-)
Darling Daya: I have a special rubber thingy that helps me open jars. But I approve of Mike's advice!
Often find things around the house that need a strong man's talents.
love you so much, darling, and I love your photo. Gee you're pretty.
Billie
December 13, 2007 7:39 p.m.
Oh great. Something ELSE I have to take on (grumble grousesnarl - kak hork{phtooey}) Ah. There. All better - it was just a grouchy bit of phlegm after all:> sssssSSSSSpring'taahhme for HIT'luuuuuh and Germ-muh-kneeeeee
But wait, what IS this special rubber thingy Billie speaks so 'highly ' of;>
PS - THA DOAH IS AJAR! THE DOAH IS AJAR!
Ok Im going to attempt to leave another comment
I love you Daya
You are courageous and so damn funny. I know you will keep making me pee with your wit.
you know me so well.
I know you so well.
Our spirits know each other in flats, a flanal or a beautiful chiffon skirt
To me it is your spirit that I love
Im the luckiest woman in the world to have grown up with a brother and will live the rest of our days as Sisters
Thanks you for all the love and insight and strength you give me
Victoria, vicki, Vittles, Vixen, V
I miss my ruber thing for Jars. It's packed up with what's left of my kitchen from when everything went to hell with Earl. Six years in storage my rubber thing has been sitting. I should just buy another, because I still don't know when I'm finally going to be able to move the stuff out of storage to my new place. Yeah, even with Mark around, you gotta get one of those rubber grippy things for jars.
Oh, and your hormones are hormones silly girl, and the door is a door... And yeah, someone steels the batry I say we get the {deleted} ;o)
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