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Mr Smith doesn't think can openers should cost $15. Of course I don't think so either, but don't you know how nice it is when you have a can opener that doesn't tear your fingers off or wait - ACTUALLY WORKS? So I was trying to make some ziti for dinner and here I am all up in the kitchen with the oven on, two burners going, crap stashed everywhere because we don't have much counter space, and all of a sudden I can't open the can of crushed tomatoes. It's a large can mind you, BUT COME ON. worst-timing-ever. Mr Smith was going to be home in like 15 minutes and a decent easy-to-get-to grocery store is um obsolete? So I went down to the Spanish mart next door and got one for $5. It seemed sturdy enough; I was just hoping it would be good for at least one can. Wahla! It worked and it was in the oven melting the cheese as he walked in. 

I'm sure it's wonderful to be back when I'm all dang frazzled by having my groove thrown off. Of course I called him to tell him how heated I was about the can opener. I of course had nothing further to say because I had to solve the problem fast, but just needed someone to hear me whine; and he of course was driving 70 in hurricane rain and didn't want to hear any of it. I even tried the neighbors when I REALLY didn't want to leave. never-doing-that-again. As I'm headed back into my apartment he opens the door with a shirt or sheet covering his most important parts and I was just like really? this is not happening. 

"I'm sorry I just wanted to borrow a can opener, but don't worry about it."
yuck.

Mr Smith: "Have a good time while I was gone?"
me: yuck
Mr Smith: "Where is that can opener - let me try"
me: you would

{I'll take a picture of the leftovers ASAP}
I am going to try and get the artichoke bread and cookies in the oven tonight
let's hope it goes a little smoother this time. 

Welcome home Mr. Smith!
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