So, here's a funny story: Yesterday I was having a generally frustrating morning. Things just weren't going my way, nothing I pulled out of my closet fit the way I wanted it to, or at all, and I was ready to go back to bed and start over. So I get home from church and go to change my clothes and find that the zipper on my skirt was stuck. So I pulled on it with one hand, and then the other. I tried to pull it apart and I tried zipping it up and then back down, to no avail.

So then I had this idea that perhaps I just didn't have a good grasp on the zipper and I should use a pair of pliers to get a better grip. So I get out the pliers and proceed to use them only to have them slip and leave the mark you see on my hand below. Awesome.

So I went into the house to put ice on my hand and wait for some assistance from Ms. Jeri. She tried all the same things and a few unique things, such as spraying the zipper with WD40. So now I am still stuck and I smell like grease.

In the end we had to cut the zipper out of the skirt to get it off. Thankfully I only paid $1 for the skirt because it was on mega clearance some two years ago but it was still a very nice piece of my wardrobe that is perhaps now worthless. What a fitting end to quite the morning. But the good part is that at least I have a funny story.