An HWB of One’s Own
Well, this is an official Public Thank You Note to Mels.
Mels, I and my toasty-warm feet love you.
For those of you stumped about what to get that hard-to-shop-for friend or loved one, may I make a suggestion??? A Hot Water Bottle (aka, the “HWB”) makes a fine gift on any occasion, and though one may at first be at a slight loss at what to do with such a contraption (such a person must not be keeping up with Mels’ blog), he’ll quickly come ’round and see the value of a leak-proof rubber water-balloon. I received a darling, heart-shaped HWB in the mail this weekend, all the way from Germany, and introduced it to my bed sheets and my shivering feet just last night. It was lovely. Really and truly. Not one leak, not one moment of cold-fishy-ness (that thing stayed quite warm for hours!)… At 3:30am I woke from a lovely nightmare about haunted Polish crockery (don’t ask) and couldn’t sleep. I retreated to the couch with a Bible-sized copy of Anna Karenina, a colassal mug of tea, and a refreshed HWB. Worries melt away! Plug in the Christmas tree, light a few candles, read, sip, and enjoy toasty toes. It’s great. Really, you’ve got to try this.
So, Mels, here’s to you and your warm generosity (in getting me a gift at all) and your foresight (in managing to get it to me on TIME…I was proud of myself for just getting those cards out, finally!) and all of your Melsy-ness in general. You’re terrific!