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| Birthday celebration for Frank and me 1989... I'm guessing. |
Okay, so last week I celebrated yet another birthday - me, David Bowie, Elvis, Cecillie Arcari. and Mike, one of the owners of the Faculty Bar in Los Angeles. we all share January 8th. So interesting that we mark our annual spin around the planet in the manner which we do. My lovely wife asked me what I wanted for my birthday. She suggested that she never knows what to get me... So I pondered. Well knowing that what I actually wanted we could not afford with our combined income, Regardless, I felt it fair to answer her inquiry. And, as silly as it sounds, I dug deep and really questioned - "a can opener," was my response. Now, admittedly, my wife considers me a bit of a smart ass (this may surprise anyone who knows us), so, she immediately questioned me on my choice. Actually, she first laughed and then questioned me on my choice. Only, I was dead serious. The opener we had in our household at the time was a cheap, two dollar opener I bought some five or six years back, and, it is exceedingly difficult to use. It pains the muscles in my hand, and, often, the top of the can distorts and does not properly open, also, it is an unbelievably slow process. Late night tuna fish was a huge difficulty to facilitate, so, instead, I was opting for peanut butter and bananas with honey. I digress. I just wanted an opener that worked. "Not electric," I told her. "Just something that works." Is that too much to ask?
I am happy to report, I got two can openers for my birthday this year. Neither electric. Both work exceedingly well. Now I can eat tuna fish while ranting about my recent dreams late night on Facebook. How wonderful it all turned out this year. So, happy birthday to me. I threw the old opener into the trash yesterday.
