As I approach 40, I have a few regrets in life. One is not starting a blog called “Sarah Opening Things” over a decade ago.
For some reason, my gentle wife turns into the Hulk when opening packets or containers of anything.
It’s not done in a rage or with any anger, it’s just done incredibly destructively.
Take this example. This is a perfectly reasonable location to open a box, nicely labeled, perforated , easy-to open.
But what happens is something completely different. You may think I have altered this box to make it more impressive. There was no need:
My only hope is she never changes so I can keep taking pictures now I’ve started.
Happiness Engineer at Automattic