To those of you who own a Vitamix or have been subjected to someone who recently invested in one, you probably know this phase of life VERY well. I call it “the baby food phase.”
Let me back up for those of you who don’t know what I’m talking about. I became obsessed with getting a Vitamix. OBSESSED. But that little price tag of $400+ didn’t sit well with me (almost like a few of the future concoctions I would make). Checking the retailer refurbished sales, Craigslist, and even Facebook Marketplace, I SCOURED the Internet for a deal.
I’ll skip over the details of my arduous search and simply say that I found a sweet, widowed woman on Craigslist who no longer needed the machine for her smoothie-loving husband. (I know. Please don’t judge me). She had it sent in to get a part replaced and never used the refurbished machine again; she didn’t even take it out of the box. So… enter Kilty.
I can safely say the first 24 hours with my newest prized possession were a little ridiculous. Everything got blended. EVERYTHING. Have you ever seen the “Treat Yo Self” episode on the television series Parks & Rec? That’s what it was like:
Breakfast? Blend it.
Snack? Blend it.
Lunch? Blend it.
Dinner? Blend it.
Water? Blend it.
So… now let’s fast forward a week and reflect a little.
Thanks for the life lessons, Vitamix. See ya tomorrow morning.
Disclaimer: This is not a plug for Vitamix, but… Vitamix, if you read this and want to pay for my blender, then hook a sistah up! This is also not a plug for “Parks and Rec” even though I wish Tom and Donna were my best friends.