Bob's PT is getting expensive. He is there for 45 minutes. Not enough time to go home. So, there is that GoodWill book store and Walmart near by. What's a girl to do.? Yesterday, Walmart called out to me. It's been a long time since I just pushed an
empty cart through a store. I zigged all over the aisles. I was looking for nothing ,so I just followed the cart. I didn't know that Pioneer Woman had a line of kitchen products and a magazine. How come I didn't know that. I did buy a new can opener. I use
very few cans. Mostly the cans are canned tomatoes. Last year, I decide to buy a new opener because my ancient one was getting rusty around the rollers. I have a can opener fetish. I throw it in the dishwasher after every use and I guess that triggered the
rust. Publix had two styles of openers and I let price dictate which one I threw in my basket. It was terrible. It caught at the seam in the can and I had to pry the lid off. I was always afraid that I would slice my finger with the sharp edge. But I bought
it, so I figured that I was stuck with it. A visiting daughter made me promise that I would get a new opener. While I was meandering around WallMart, that was the perfect thing to buy. End of story. When I got home, I opened a can of tomato paste, and voila!
It works like a real can opener is supposed to. What took me so long to replace that dangerous old one.? Now I have to go back to Wall Mart and buy tuna fish in a can. Maybe some tomato soup. What else comes in cans.?