My irritation level just hit the milky way. So I mentioned in passing that jars and bottles that require The Arnold’s arms really, really, really… tick me off. Now, when I said “jars” and “bottles” I should clarify that I really meant Vitamin Water. And I’m actually refraining from using Christian profanity, although I have to confess that my anger this morning did involve the use of the word “flippin'”… and might have been followed by other colorful choice Christian words.
I mean, what is the deal?? Every dadgum-single-isolated-time that I go to open a Vitamin Water bottle, I heave and I twist and I get a red face and… NOTHING. It doesn’t budge. Exaggerate I do not when I say that this morning my arms were sore after all my attempts. Okay, I’m sorry, but that’s ridiculous. And I don’t know who Vitamin Water thinks he is, but he obviously didn’t know that he just met the most stubborn woman on the planet when it comes to triumph and victory. Let’s just leave it at – I did get it opened… at the expense of all my joy and happiness for the day.
On a happier note, I’m trying a brand-spankin’-new recipe tonight, courtesy of my co-worker, Robyn. It’s called BBQ Pork Ribs. For those of you who have not heard of it, it involves BBQ sauce and pork ribs. Scrum-dittily-umptious. I’ll let everyone know how it turned out.
How about you – anything in your life that sends you over the edge? How about a great recipe?