I am too weak to open my bottle of iron.
I spent $30 on a bottle of fabulous liquid iron goodness & now I have to wait for my boy to come home to open it for me.
This might be the most pathetic moment of my life. All my bitching about heteronormativity has me stuck, glaring at a huge bottle of iron & waiting for my boy to get home from work so he can wrestle it open (since I'm pretty sure if I tried any harder I would break my hand).
Sigh. I think I'll snuggle in bed with some orange juice & read some more of Good Grief. Two of my friends just finished this novel & said I would like it, so I'm giving it a whirl. The author's last name is also the same as my dog's, so I figure that's a good sign.
Have a good night friends -- send energy and strength my way this evening.
Edit 12.08am: When my boy got home it actually took both of us, working together, about five minutes to get that lid off. I don't feel quite as weak now.