Christy sits at the dining room table at her laptop. Jer is in the kitchen.
Jer: What did you do?
Christy: Did you find the pill bottle?
Jer: Yeah.
Christy: I couldn't get it open.
Jer: So you...
Christy: Cut the bottom off.
Jer walks out of the kitchen, popping off the top and showing it to me. He shakes his head.
Jer: You just push it down and then turn.
He pops it off again to show me how easy it is.
Christy: Yeah, I didn't do that.
I'm not going to lie to you. It felt pretty good to stab the prescription bottle. I recommend it, just watch your fingers.
6 comments:
Three words: "That's My Christy"
Two words: "Poor Jer."
You goofy thing! Give it to the cat! Mine open child proof pill bottles all the time.
AZGypsie, I should have! Especially since it was his prescription.
Thanks, Kristy! I've been enjoying reading your blog as well. I've been sorry to hear about all the tooth issues and I hope you feel better soon.
Good thing you had those Ginzu knives.
Post a Comment