Chicken wings

It's no secret that I have very little upper body strength.  As a kid, it was a source of ridicule from my family.  I was shaky carrying the gallon of milk to the dinner table.  I never could climb the rope in gym class.  Tim makes a clucking sound whenever I bring him a bottle/jar that I cannot open.  I've tried most of the jar opening devices to no avail (they all really, really suck).  Then, this past Father's Day, my jar-opening savior arrived in an unexpected place.  While in the Craftsman department of Sears, Drake picked out an unusual tool to give Tim for the holiday: a strap wrench.  Let's just say that it never found it's way into the man cave/workshop.  It works!  I don't know if it was intended for use in the kitchen, but it's never leaving the room now.  Tim knows where to find it, should he need it.

Where have you been all my life?