This is a new series here at MV:TB, wherein I will wax poetic about things that I have that I love.
First up: my ancient espresso pot.
Why did it take me so long to learn to use this thing? Sadly, I cannot tell you where it's from: I found it, cobweb-covered, in a storage cabinet at my parents' house. I always thought making espresso (fine, it isn't great espresso. But I don't care) would be tricky, but I taught myself after seeing someone use it in a TV ad in Spain, so obviously it is not. This pot allows me to recreate every morning in Spain that began with a cafe con leche. Thanks, stovetop espresso pot!
Item #2: The FURminator.
I know you were all biting your nails about this thing. Would it really remove enough fur from our cats to create a third and possibly fourth cat? Would Bianca treat it like her food bowl and never let Carla near it?
GOOD GOD, PEOPLE. I had no idea our cats had so much fur. Only a light brushing last night removed a sickening amount of fluff from each of our felines, and another brushing this morning found our bathroom once again home to a mountain of undercoat. The kitties seem to enjoy it. Carla kind of thinks its her boyfriend. Hopefully it will help them survive this 10000 degree heat without leaving bits of themselves on everything they touch.
Oh yeah, it's literally 103 degrees in New York right now. (Okay, that's a lie. It was 103 yesterday. Right now it's 97). But the sickening, debilitating heat wave brings me to our next Thing That I (kind of) Have: the G train.
People loooove to hate on the G. It's unreliable, they say, and useless. It's half the length of a regular train, forcing you to occasionally sprint for it even though you were already on the platform when it started pulling in. It only serves Brooklyn and Queens! But I love the G. The Nassau stop is right outside our apartment, so on putrid New York days like today, I need only traipse onto the train with a minimum of exposure to the outdoors. During rush hour, it runs fine. It's actually pretty predictable.
Thanks, G!
Also this morning I kind of snapped and said to myself, "It's 103 goddamn degrees out. I'm wearing shorts to work." But my shorts were all wrinkly! Enter my Rowenta Steamer That I Love!
I have never owned an iron. Neither has Dan. His solution for wrinkly shirts is to send them to the cleaners; mine, to just wear them as is. We embody both Banker and Hobo Chic, respectively, and also I can never figure out how to close up an ironing board. Then we got this nifty thing as a wedding gift:
And dude, it is awesome. I plug it in and in 30 seconds am happily steaming wrinkles out of my shorts, taking them from Totally Not Appropriate for the Office to merely Mostly Inappropriate for the Office. What a random gadget to turn out totally useful! Plus, steaming is fun.
And finally, my last thing.
Is it the cats? My husband? The way the cats are perched on my husband?
...or is it my husband's iPad?
I'll never tell.