rats

I forgot to put on the eggs. Well, what really happened is that I put it off, then forgot. Didn't really want to, but who wants potatoe salad without eggs? Probably some do, but that person isn't me.

So the eggs are now on. And YES, the timer's set. We'll see if I hear it, respond to it or put if off for a minute and 5 hour eggs and another burned pan. Life's always an adventure.

Never mind. Life sucks. I can't open the vinegar. Who eats potatoe salad with vinegar? Don't tell me somebody does. I don't care. I only care about Meeeeeeeeee, and I want vinegar. I like vinegar. It's one of my only seasoning tools. I NEED vinegar. People used to use it for douches, too. It's a very handy ingredient. But only if the bottle can be opened. I'll try later.

Done. That wasn't too hard. I seperated the plastic strip with a knife from the bottom. The lid still wouldn't turn. I ran it under hot water. I opened right up. Success. Some moments of accomplishment are very simple. I didn't ask a neighbor for help.

The eggs are half-way, oops. The timer just went off. The eggs are totally done. So far I haven't even burned anything although the potatoes were in danger of making mush salad. That might be good. I like mush.

Now I have to chop pickles AND celery. Then I have to chop eggs. Life is hard.