I am in love. This is not infatuation. This is long-term lovin’ that is going to go the distance and stay hot night after night.
My friend Molly gave me a hot water bottle. She is one of those rare, modest, insightful folks who hears someone once mutter, “I could really use a hot water bottle” and then realizes that, in fact, that is exactly what that someone needs (in this case, me) AND even that someone doesn’t yet realize how much they need it.
I don’t know how my cold toes and I have lived for so long without this wondrous invention. Maybe They have tried, the hot-water bottle makers, but as far as I can tell, my hot water bottle looks exactly like a hot water bottle that my grandmother might have had. It’s VINTAGEY! It should be wearing 1940s shoes and swing-dancing with WWII soldiers on leave! I’m telling you, I love it, my fetishy red rubber, “Made in the USA” extravagance.
See? And you thought I just complained all the time. Mais non! I know a good thing when I’ve got my icy tootsies shoved up against it for seven hours’ straight. My peeps, the thing is so smooth and RED and sensual? I could practically make out with it. I probably would make out with it, if I were a phone sex operator. It’s sitting here beside me right now, looking at me with that elegant long neck and naughty diaphragm-esque head, whispering, Fill me up, baby. Fill me up nice and hot. It’s time, all right. I want your cold feet on me, and I want them now, and all night long.
I can SO appreciate the little things. See? I can. Can’t. Stop. Touching. It. Can’t. Stop. Petting. It. Good bottle. Pretty bottle. Chubby pretty munchie bottle!
What are your small but obsessive delights?
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oh yeah, and those Bagel Bites pizza things. I buy them and hide them from the kids. I eat them after they are in bed while I am surfing the net late at night.
I had the brief pleasure of finding a small rubber hot water bottle with a cashmere cover. It was for a small child. I loved it and purchased it with the idea I would give it to some newborn someday. When I got home and realized the thing cost more than $100, I couldn’t keep it, and I like a damn fool, returned it. That wee soft promise of warmth has haunted me every winter day. I obsessively look for one like it, have started to knit wee hot water bottle covers, because if I knit it, it will come. I buy every large hot water bottle I find (I don’t come across them as often as one might expect). OH GOD TO HAVE THAT SMALL BOTTLE BACK! If anyone who reads this blog has a lead on the small water bottle, please for the love of God, tell me.
I like Mint chocolate chip too.
Tazo Chai tea is way up there. That and Cadbury Mini eggs at Easter time. Oh, how lovely…
I’ve always loved enormous, cakey, overloaded muffins.
Alas, I can’t eat them any more, as I’ve started to look like one.
Here, at any rate, is the hot water bottle of my dreams:
http://cgi.ebay.com/Vintage-JAYNE-MANSFIELD-Pin-Up-Risque-BOTTLE-1957_W0QQitemZ350023252912QQihZ022QQcategoryZ2312QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem
My 2 favorite things in the whole world are a good book and a glass of wine, or two, or three. hahaha. After my girls go to bed, I love to get in bed with a great book and just drink and read, so relaxing!
Ah! I love hot water bottles, too. Whilst visiting New Zealand years ago, the proprietors of small hostels would ask: “Would you like a hottie tonight?” Why, yes, certainly!
(Hottie being, of course, a towel-covered hot water bottle, great for houses with little central heating in a cold winter).
I love my hot rice thingy! it’s just rice in a sock with a sweet little cover stitched by some hospital volunteer. I got it in the hospital when I was in labor with my youngest (back labor sucks). It’s great for what ails you (just heat and apply to your achy parts), and it reminds me that I can be strong and get the job done when I need to, so indulging myself a bit ain’t that bad.
Meghan, I love that my little corgi knows the phrase “do you want to take a nap?” He will run pell mell down the hall and leap onto my husband’s pillow. There’s just something very sweet about a furry friend who will be still with you.
I love fresh white sheets with Downy fabric softener on them, and getting into them after I’ve just shaved my legs with a new razor blade.
Scotch.
Oh wait! Also, my “Vagi-soft” blanket.
For real. Google it. If you dare…MWAH HAHAHA. (It was a Christmas present.)
With frequent visits as a child to Ireland, I grew up loving hot water bottles in old chilly houses without central heating. The ones we brought from Ireland were so snuggly during long Montana winters as well. Then leaving for college (years ago!), Mom gave me a hot water bottle with a beautiful woolly cover in the shape of a lamb, with black satin ears, nose and legs as well as a woolly tail. That hot water bottle cover has outlasted two actual bottles and has been my frequent companion this cold winter in San Francisco. So now I’m always thrilled to see lovely bottle covers during my frequent trips to visit relatives in Ireland. But just do a google search and you’ll find lovely ones available here too.
Sometimes little things are the greatest! I can’t agree more with you:) Enjoy your hot water bottle and don’t forget to thank it every day:)
This topic cracks me up! Especially you, checker-outer of old library books!
My current little love is Brown Cow vanilla yogurt with chocolate chips mixed in. I LOVE IT. It makes life fantastic for 5-10 minutes.
I know exactly what you mean. I have one of those old fashioned hot water bottles too. Your post just gave me a sudden urge…
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