I knew my heart had

I knew my heart had been stolen a few months ago when I saw all my Tupperware cabinet problems solved right before my eyes. I was embarrassingly excited about this infomercial, even more so than I was for the pasta pot (which is saying something).

The lady opening the cabinet only to have everything FALL on her? Me.

I so unabashedly desired the Smart Spin that I would gush about it whenever the infomercial came on to whoever happened to be in the room. Or in the next room. It got to the point where J actually decided to buy one for me. This was very exciting, but just so you know if you ever go to order anything from an infomercial, it is also a test of your wills. We were assaulted with additional deals and free things (for which you pay shipping) and extended this and expanded that. You have to decline an entire warehouse full of undersold inventory before they will reluctantly allow you to buy one, singular product. But not without first telling you what a moron you are.

They told us 6-8 weeks, so I was surprised when it arrived a mere two weeks later. Big excitement. Meanwhile, I was expecting another package that my dad had told me he sent. “A surprise.” When a week passed and nothing had come, he called to follow up.

Dad: I called the place and they said that the package DID arrive.
Liz: Huh, well. I don’t…you mean the catnip? We got that.
Dad: No, no, it was separate. You should check and see if the downstairs people have it.
Liz: Oh yeah, that’s a good idea. [glimpses Smart Spin, wheels start turning] Hey, what’s in the package anyway?
Dad: Well, actually…I got you one of those spinning Tupperware things you were talking about.
Liz: Ooohhhh…!

So you see what overexuberance gets you? Two infomercial products from people who love you and your space saving needs. My dad is really cute and has the habit of repeating himself endlessly if he is excited or baffled. The conversation following the revelation that we both ordered the Smart Spin consisted of approximately ten minutes of him going over and over the coincidence. Eventually, you have to cut him off in these situations, or he might never stop.

Anyway, I’m loving the Smart Spin (the second one hasn’t arrived yet), although it is currently sitting on our counter because—ironies of ironies—fitting it into the designated Tupperware cabinet requires a cleaning out and rearranging of said cabinet that I haven’t yet had time for.

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