I’ve Always Wanted A Spice Grinder.

As I was prepping lunch today, I picked up the pepper mill to freshly grind some black pepper. And as soon as I turned it to grind, the top (bottom?) fell off and landed in a heap on the counter, then rolled onto the floor creating a big pile of peppercorns.

Then it rolled some more. And I ended up with peppercorns everywhere. Then I stepped all over them. And I kicked them. And I crushed them. Then I cried. Then I sneezed. A lot.

I shall forever have peppercorns under my stove and fridge.

Then I vacuumed them up with the Dyson. In case you’re wondering, it grinds spices nicely.