Personal: Dinner for One...

So this whole living alone thing has its perks and its pitfalls. The other night I got stuck in a dress. Yes, stuck. No jumping, wiggling, exhales could do the trick. My face turned red and I began to sweat. After pulling a tricep muscle, I almost had an anxiety attack. Thank goodness I found the zipper in those next 30 secs because I was about to find the scissors. It was definitely a Miranda Hobbs moment, the episode of Sex and the City where she thought she was going to die alone in her apartment and her cat would end up eating her...luckily I don't have a cat, because I might have gotten closer to that situation after last night’s dinner mishap.

Yes this really happened. It took not one, but two can openers to produce this kind of craftsmanship: