Say it gave you a mean hankerin' for new albeit non-essential kitchen wares, like this:

and this:

and this:

Oh yeah, and especially this. Making cookie crusts in a puny mini-processor can really try one's patience:

This is what you do:
1) You have a lovely Saturday morning breakfast with HCB. As he lingers over his eggs and cappuccino, you casually mention that you really wish you had

Maybe you pout a little, for emphasis. (Although it's entirely unnecessary: he lives for this stuff.)
2) HCB leaves for hockey.
3) Four hours later, you come home from a run and find this little number perched wantonly on your kitchen counter, rays of warm sunshine glinting off its polished surface:
$22 at HCB's favorite GoodWill, still in plastic in its original box.
Works like a charm, every time. He's brought home, among other things: Calphalon pots and pans, countless utensils, serving pieces to match our vintage silverware, vases, a vacuum, mod candlestick holders, a brand new blender and even aforementioned mini-processor, which he purchased for $2 and then sharpened the blade himself.
He's also gathered myriad household items for Alyssa, found Liza a replacement for her Grandma's kerchunker, gifted Rene with a coiled garden hose, and provided Grandma with a new lightweight vacuum.
Need something? Call me.
3 comments:
What doesn't that HCB do? i heard he put out the fire on Valencia and 25th with just his manly tears.
this is the sweetest.
I need:
- an attractive, yet useful coatrack. i'm thinking old-fashioned, but maybe someone has made something new that would fit the bill and it will be put in front of HCB's eyes at a thrift store soon
- a vintage magazine rack that doesn't cost a price that begs to be compared to body parts
OK, just thought you guys should know what our UB needs.
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