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(post, Kim Carlson)
For Christmas, my mom sent me a shiny white can opener from one of the many Pampered Chef parties she always seems to be going to. I wasn't sure about it at first — why did we need a new can opener? But actually, I've grown to like the thing. In fact, just the other day, after testing it for oh, four months, I replaced the old can opener with the new one (meaning, I moved the old one to a junk drawer, because, well, you never know). Because the new can opener releases the lid from the top of the can (rather than grinding through the metal), the break is clean and dull, not jagged and sharp — which makes recycling safer. It took me a few tries (or even a few months) to get the hang of it, but once I did, I was a goner. Which is all a long way of saying, thanks, Mom.