Christmas presents
The girls got a lot of great gifts for Christmas. They got a bunch of clothes. Some boots. They got a sewing machine. Someone gave them an Xbox. And I got Madeline Mavis Beacon typing tutor so she can learn to type and maybe her school reports won’t take 5 hours to type out. But possibly the best present, or at least the one they seemed most excited about when I saw them open it, was the towel warmer.
What the hell is a towel warmer you ask? Well, when you get out of a nice warm shower, the worst thing possible is to dry yourself with just a room temperature towel. It’s just a major buzz-kill from the scalding hot water pounding into your body in the shower. And the girls hate to be cold. They have basically no body fat, and in some ways are more reptilian in their ability to adapt to dropping temperatures than they are mammalian. So a nice warm towel is the best way to transition from the wonderful hotness of the shower to the bitter coldness of the outside-of-the-shower world.
Really all the towel warmer is a crock pot. You plug it in, you put the towels in, and eight minutes later the towels are warm. I could have gotten the same effect by putting the towels in the rice cooker or in a big pot on the stove. But the magic of the towel warmer is that it’s made specifically and only for warming towels. It has no other function. It just warms towels. And also pajamas and underwear I guess. But the girls loved it because it was something they didn’t know existed. I didn’t know it existed either until I went to Bed Bath and Beyond with my sister. But to the girls, it was like someone read their minds and created something just for them.
Next year I’ll probably have Santa bring them the Foot Spa.
