Dammit! I thought I could do anything, I am woman hear me roar! Well, I just got my ass handed to me by a rolling cooler and some super glue.
My partner in crime and I are going to see Sheryl Crowe at Red Butte. I have a cute little rolling cooler I bought just for the concerts. They let you bring your own food and drink, and trust me, we need a truck but the rolling cooler will have to do.
The first time I used this little cooler the wheel popped off and I have been on a mission to fix it. How hard can it be?
I bought a little bolt to hold it on, but wait, the hard plastic that holds the wheel is cracked. No problem, I have super glue.
Yeah, what the hell ever. Why do they call it super glue? The only thing it will glue together is my freaking fingers. Now I'm sitting here typing this one handed trying to figure out how to separate my fingers so I can pack another cooler, one that doesn't roll, so I'm gonna need both hands to carry it.
And I'm trying to decide what evil needs to be done to the people who invented super glue, and tricked me into buying it!