Monday, November 20, 2006

Just so you know...

...I am not a wuss because I asked my wife to open a jar of tomato sauce that I could not open myself.



Besides, she could not open it either.

21 comments:

lawnwhisperer said...

Bill I know you are not a wuss because you couldn't open the jar. There are a million other reasons that came first.

Anonymous said...

A wuss by any other name would smell as bad.

Anonymous said...

PS

Turn the jar upside down and "pop" the seal with a butter knife.

Little beat big...first with here, then with here.

The Power of One.

Anonymous said...

A letter to Max and Wyatt,

I know if you are reading this something has happened to me but I thought you should know....

Your Dad is a Wuss.

Williams Brother

Stacie said...

ROFL @ Williams brother. He is hilarious!!!!


Turn the jar on it's side in one hand, lid facing away from you. Hit the bottom of the jar with the palm of your other hand...hard. You will hear the seal pop. Then twist off.

Stacie

OddMix said...

Your brothers kill me. Too funny.

Kami said...

No, you are not. I have to do that all the time.

Oh, but I'm a girl.

momo9 said...

Carpal tunnel, maybe? Arthritis? Tendonitis? Must be something serious! Wussitis? Have it checked out! You know how I worry about you!

Teri said...

"Wussitis"

hahahahahahahah




your mother is the best!

stepblog said...

What about Max? Could he open it? Wyatt?

Katherine said...

Um, yeah, I think you kind of are. Isn't that some kind of guy rule - you have to be able to open lids?? I'm sure I've seen that written down somewhere...

Annie said...

Send it down the street, Billy, and Corrie will take a crack at it.

Nilbo said...

William .. shhhhhhh. Don't EVER do that. We are men. We open jars, we reach things from high places, we whap spiders, we chase the mice away, and we fill our pockets with various cosmetics when out on a date so they never have to carry a purse.

Never admit to being unable to handle these tasks. If they ever find out how useless we are, they will slap a bounty on us.

kimmyk said...

Next thing you know you'll be telling us you don't change light bulbs either. Or take out the trash.
Or change the oil.

eclectic said...

No, no, no, don't listen to Nilbo. I'm the jar-opener, spider-whapper, mouse-trapper, and even the bathroom- remodel-er at our house.

But if a guy can spin marvelous stories, give a great massage, listen when I'm sad, AND clean up when the kids puke? THAT's my kind of man.

Sandy said...

Definitely not a wuss...but I would write a very heated letter to the tomato sauce manufacturers over the way they make their lids...they are obviously defective.

Circus Kelli said...

Do you have one of those flat rubber flower thingies? I find those extremely useful when jar lids are "stuck".

I can't believe Lauren couldn't open the jar.

Scottsdale Girl said...

Because a rubber flower would make the whole story much more masculine. :) haha

Mainline Mom said...

When I cannot open a bottle or jar (which is NOT often because I'm strong like that and know all the tricks) I ask my husband. But as I hand him the jar he says "Say it. Go on, I want to hear you say it." and I have to say "I need a man."

It's pathetic.

No_Newz said...

You gotta whack the bottom really hard with the palm of your hand. It'll pop that safety seal and you won't look like a big ol' wuss dog asking the mrs. for help. :P

macca said...

THANKS I have been stuggling to open a jar of cooking sauce the butter knife worked well
from a 6 ft heavy built man