There is a jar of apple sauce in my fridge. It's been there for months. Why? Because I can't open it. Every few weeks I try. And for once I don't think it's me. I have arm muscles (and shoulders and abs and a butt and quad definition for that matter) thanks to boot camp. This jar is just effing with me, staring at me.
So I finally said, "Screw you jar." I'll make my own apple sauce. so 8 apples, a dash of cinnamon and 4 hours in a crock pot later...BAM. I totally beat that jar.
Just goes to show, there's more than one way to get what you want. It might take a little longer, but you'll get it. Apply that as you see fit.
(but really, can some please open this effing jar?)
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