There's no place like home, or, Stuff around our place, part 1
This bottle opener is hanging on the side of one of our kitchen cupboards. We've had it for years and years and can't remember where it came from; Sean told me that, creepily enough, there was one just like it -- though not this one -- in the pool house of a place he lived when he was a kid. Even creepier, he said he saw a female version of it on eBay a couple of years ago. I can't for the life of me imagine why he didn't bid on it.