...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.
Monday, November 20, 2006
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21 comments:
Bill I know you are not a wuss because you couldn't open the jar. There are a million other reasons that came first.
A wuss by any other name would smell as bad.
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.
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
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
Your brothers kill me. Too funny.
No, you are not. I have to do that all the time.
Oh, but I'm a girl.
Carpal tunnel, maybe? Arthritis? Tendonitis? Must be something serious! Wussitis? Have it checked out! You know how I worry about you!
"Wussitis"
hahahahahahahah
your mother is the best!
What about Max? Could he open it? Wyatt?
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...
Send it down the street, Billy, and Corrie will take a crack at it.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Because a rubber flower would make the whole story much more masculine. :) haha
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.
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
THANKS I have been stuggling to open a jar of cooking sauce the butter knife worked well
from a 6 ft heavy built man
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