Pressed for Lime

In an effort to appear sort of domestic and to see if I still had my baking chops of yore, I made a key lime pie from scratch the other day.  I'm happy to report it turned out beautifully, but in the process of making it, I realized I had no way to get the juice out of the limes other than with my bare hands.  So, for about 15 or 20 minutes, I sliced and squeezed, sliced and squeezed, dribbling just a couple drops at a time into a cup, until every little paper cut and hang nail on my poor hands was burning like the intensity of hell with lime juice.

Next time, I'll use one of these.  Or, better yet, I'll probably just go here.