I was this close to giving up. It really should have been so simple. But it wasn't. We had already spent five minutes wrestling with one another. Fine, it was probably two minutes, but it felt like five.
I looked at it.
It looked at me.
"What's the matter?" it whispered. "Am I too tough for you, girly? I know...why don't you call on a man? Hmmm??"
My pride was beginning to crumble. It made me angry.
I looked around me and spied the rubber kitchen gloves. I slipped the gloves on and gave them a dramatic snap. "Oh, yeah? Call on a man, you say?" I said in defiance. "Try to stop me nowwwww!"
I grabbed the jar of roasted red peppers, and we went at it again.
