"I live in Turkey, where they don't eat turkeys. Go figure."
I rely on my manual opener, but I can see someone’s wanting something more modern.
Jake came to get me up again this morning, but instead of poking at my head, he sat on my chest and purred, so I went back to sleep.
"I live in Turkey, where they don't eat turkeys. Go figure."
As soon as the arthritis got really bad in my hands, it seems the Gizmo was invented, and though I couldn’t afford one when they first came out, I got my first one in Del Rio. It was an instant hit with my hands, and I’ve had one ever since. I think this one will make three. (Or is it four?)
Jake always was a sucker for a passive female. Purring makes sleep better for both parties. ;o]