Try, as you read this, not to hate me.
I know many of you got sparkly, shiny gifts these past few weeks — presents maybe in tiny blue boxes — but I’m betting none of you came home from work tonight to find this:
Yup. It’s a new kitchen garbage can.
I’ll wait while you “ooh” and “aah.
This model is a hands-free open/close garbage pail. Just let your fingers hover above the mechanism and presto, whammo, it opens. Wait a few beats, and down the lid goes.
Basil just informed me this is my Christmas gift — a special treat since we’d agreed, Magi-style, to go without them this past year (I thought the brilliant removal of the post-Sandy felled tree root ball in our back yard was gift enough).
At least this present manages to adhere to my friend Jacquie’s “no plug” rule (it’s battery operated).
I’m trying to keep my “thank you” smiled plastered on, but at the rate we’re going, it’ll be broken very soon. In the 30 minutes since I arrived home, Basil has demonstrated it to me no less than eight times.
Wonder if this company makes toilet seats. …