My Spice Girl's naughtiness continues. Monday night I came home from the gym and found this: a glass jar of ginger, plastic cap cracked, with a spill in an even line. Did Papa unscrew the cap, or did it break when the jar fell? Did the jar actually fall, or was it dropped? And how long did Papa entertain herself with the spice game?
I don't have much insight about any of this. But at least the mess was easier to clean up than the paprika.
Oh no, Papa.
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