Can Opener: Found

So the missing can opener, which was black (not red), was found in Mark's car.  Odd, huh?  Apparently he had it in his car because he packed it up from his old office after he quit.  I still don't get why it a. was in his office to begin with and b. never brought inside from the car.  Oh well!  I still think we're missing a red one though.

"This is why I don't cook..."

Missing: can opener.  Last seen: a few months ago. I think it was red.

Seriously, this is why I don't cook.  I had grand aspirations this morning to be productive.  I was going to clean, do laundry, make some spaghetti sauce.  The fact of the matter is that I haven't *really* cooked in three months so this was going to be a big deal.  It's been three months since my new job.  I started to brown the onions in a pot in olive oil.  The next step was to add the tomato paste.  Oh wait...can't add it because our can opener is MIA.  I looked through every cabinet and every drawer.  I even went downstairs to the utility room to see if Mark had misplaced it there with his tools.  Nope. 

Now I'm mad because my cooking efforts were thwarted.  So before I suck it up, get dressed, and get my face on to buy a new one...I'm going to watch some SATC episodes.