I’m 40, I’ve just taken on crushing life-long debt in the hopes of having a roof over my head when I’m no longer able to work, but after singing “Independent Women!!!” all weekend, I can’t figure out how to get the cap off my washing machine drainage pipe, and now I can’t decide whether to just sit down and cry, or sit down with Angie’s List and cry, or have a go at the pipe myself and cry after fracking it up. 🤔

Decisions, decisions…