But... when I enter the kitchen in the evening to have a cup of tea and realize that the gallon of organic milk wasn't opened yet I let out an inward projected sigh when I have to pull off that tab cap under the screw me cap and then scuttle over to the sofa and plop down and sink into it like Ziggy tipped over into a bathtub full of really thick pudding.
Am I, the only one here who experiences such episodes of tab pulling psychosomatic fatigue? Any Cathy's here who aren't preoccupied with the latest reading off their bathroom scale, that can possibly sympathize with me?
Am I, the only one here who experiences such episodes of tab pulling psychosomatic fatigue? Any Cathy's here who aren't preoccupied with the latest reading off their bathroom scale, that can possibly sympathize with me?