She tried wiggling it.

She tried cramming it in.

She tried everything she could think of.

Nothing worked. It refused to go back in.

Why was she all of a sudden having trouble with such a simple task?
One that she'd done a thousand times before.

Finally, she gave up trying and looked towards the den.

"Lee, Amanda could one of you please help me."

"What's wrong, mother?"

"This." She held up a cork. "I can't get it in the hole. You try."

She handed them the cork and bottle. Picked up her glass and went to
enjoy her bath.