Last night Dean told me I was in a pickle, and we laughed ourselves to sleep. Why did he say this you ask, well......
I came home last night, and looked in the fridge, There is a new jar of Winnipeg style home made pickles sitting there. MMM how I wanted one of the garlic riddled gems. But ... I couldn't open the jar :-(... so I moved onto the giant jar of pickles that Dean bought when we had a pickle low... and I couldn't open it either! FINE, I say to the fridge... I'll have a damn pickled asparagus.... AND I COULDN'T GET INTO IT EITHER!!!! Grrrrr, I swore at the demon fridge, slammed the door shut and went pickless all night.... hmph
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