Me vs. The Can

I never knew how important a can opener was until the day came that I needed mine and it did not work. My can opener came to me as a wedding present and it has served me well for 9 1/2 years, but it has seen it's last can. Today I was happily preparing to make some fudge...getting out the ingredients, beginning to melt the chocolate, getting out the can of condensed milk, getting the can opener..oh no! The can opener isn't working! The chocolate was already melting so I had to somehow get the can open. So I got the other kind of can opener (the poke a hole in the can kind), and the milk was so thick it wouldn't come out...so I did what I had to do, and I destroyed the can. In the end, I won the battle of me vs. the can, and the fudge was made.
An interesting p.s. to this little drama is that I was on the phone with Lola later in the day and I told her that the one thing I wanted for Christmas was new can opener. She allowed me to rant for some time about my troubles with the can opener, then revealed to me that my Christmas present from her is a new can opener! My dear sweet friend had heard me complain one too many times about my lame can opener and decided to put me out of my misery. Thank you Sweet Lola. I'll make some fudge for you!