Later I may think of something boring, like a Starbucks card, (okay it really isn't boring to me, since that is where I lose myself in the early 1800's and there is nothing boring about that), or socks, or a new pillow case; things no one really wants to buy as a gift. How can I tell my mother that what I really want is a cutlass?
When I sit in Starbucks, I can hear the song of the steel leaving the scabbard, see the glint of the candle reflected on the blade, feel the weight of it. Perhaps the Starbucks card is enough.
I want this:
ReplyDeletehttp://www.theshoppingchannel.com/endeca/search.do?keyword=507293&cm_mmc=newsletter-_-SpecialOffer-_-101212-_-DolceGusto
...and if the link doesn't work. It's a coffee maker that reads the barcode off the individual coffee grounds to make each cup absolutely perfect. How much better can life get, than a coffee maker that thinks for you? Someone out there gets it...I don't function until I have my java. I think I may write a whole post about this...
Where does one go to buy a cutlass? I wouldn't know where to begin!
ReplyDeleteIf you get the cutlass, you must have the swashbuckling boots to go with them.
ReplyDeleteSingle,
ReplyDeleteI like the 20 minute auto shut-off. I'm always afraid I'll leave something going and set fire to the place...again. Luckily I've been right here when I've done that in the past, but I've gone through two fire extinguishers. Hope you get it. Direct your mother to this blog.
Vicki,
ReplyDeleteThere are numerous places on the internet and they used to have an awesome supply at The Pirate Store in Newport, Oregon. There were SO many times I almost bought one.
Carolyn,
ReplyDeleteAre you saying my red Doc Martins wouldn't "cut" it?
I have two cutlasses - don't have any worries about asking for one (we all want to be pirates really! LOL )
ReplyDeleteHelen
ReplyDeleteThis year I may admit it. Thanks for making me brave.