I am with child.
This is the golden child. The mother of all children (heh).
The one.
In the event of a fire or other evacuation type emergency, The Feral Threesome best be looking after themselves, because I will be ensuring the safe exit of my most treasured baby.
FEAST YOUR EYES….
HELLO GEORGE…
On Saturday I found myself at Harvey Norman’s End of Financial Year one day sale.
I tried to resist, but I work in the same complex and I showed up to work 40 minutes early on the one single day that Harvey Norman opened early.
It was inevitable.
It was fate.
My inner GPS led me straight to the coffee machines.
MAKE THE NO NO NO FROM REALLY LARGE TO REALLY SMALL PRINT
While my head was saying “NO NO NO…No…No…ok maybe…” I was being chatted up by the Jura lady. The Jura lady touting 4-figure machines of awesome.
I told her that one machine, while gobsmackingly awesome, was the equivalent of a week in Bali with a Nanny. So as much as I’d love me some Jura, it wasn’t to be.
Then she made me a coffee anyway, since we had bonded over luxe coffee machines and children and how they seem to go hand in hand.
At which point the Harvey Norman ladies took over and pointed me in the direction of the greatly reduced Nespresso.
Without me saying a word.
Without having ever read my blog.
See, fate.
And so for half the RRP, I walked out with the newest addition to the Parental Parody family.
My baby.
My number one.
At least until they make an interchangeable coffee, vodka and wine machine. With automatically self-filling ice dispenser.
Like a Thermomix for liquids.
This is my artistic angled shot of the other delectable George of the Nespresso's.
He was kind enough to demonstrate the correct operation of my new baby.
Then he had to take a swim so I offered to hold his towel.
