Breakfast shake: an update

For part one see here
After taking it to friends houses, hot water, cold water, banging it on the counter, etc.... I had no luck with the blender top....sooooooo


I took it to the police station right across the street from my apartment and told the nice lady behind the glass "Honestly, I just need someone to help me open my blender" after she asked what she could do for me.

So I waited in the lobby of the police station while she got a strong po po to help me. He came out and opened my blender for me!!

In all of the people who tried to open it's defense - he struggled a little bit....just a little, but at least he didn't just look at it and it opened of its own accord...


Anyway....police are friends in times of need. (Like when you can't have your wonderful breakfast cause you can't open it)

GRRRRRRRR

So, here I am. I made myself a wonderful breakfast shake with my new blender I got from christmas.

I made it a little before 10:00 this morning. I still haven't enjoyed it.........


CAUSE I CAN'T OPEN THE FREAKING LID. UGHHHHHH


What do women do who live alone and are not strong enough to open junk by themselves?? My gosh.




WHAT DO I DOO??? ALL I WANT IS BREAKFAST!!!!

“If growing up means it would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree, I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up! Not me!”

The title to this post is a quote by some person named J.M. Barrie.

What prompted this is the fact that I will be living in Laradise in an apartment. Without my parents. Without RA's to babysit me. Without a front desk to let me into my room when I inevitably lock myself out.

My favorite sister & I went & got a bunch of stuff for said apartment and HOLY COW it hit me hard. Not in a bad way. No, I look forward to it. It just became real. And now I have my own vegetable peeler to prove it.

I lived on my own last year but I had RA's to remind me to do things and check on me. Now it's just me & three housemates.

Does this mean I have to grow up? Psh....NO WAY. I mean maybe I should grow up in certain aspects of my life (maybe I should shower more...good hygiene is a grown up thing to do right?) but overall I think I can manage without growing up.


Pardon me, but once farts are no longer funny I have grown up far too much.