I have a confession: I’m in love with my water bottle. I call him My Baby Blue, and I constantly marvel at his incredible design, beautiful color and, so help me God, STAYING POWER – he stays hot for AT LEAST 5 hours, and that’s longer than any girl truly needs. I take him everywhere with me – to work, on errands, on cross-country trips on location, to bed, of course. Ooh, I can’t wait to take him to France with me at the end of the month! My pre-dawn swim workouts would be absolutely unbearable without knowing this gorgeous hottie is waiting for me in my bag, full of still steaming yerba mate, ready to warm my chest and belly. I wouldn’t DIE without him, but I’m such a happier woman with him in my life.
The flip side of this cutie is that he knows how to keep a drink cold as well. I load him up with lemons, cucumbers, fresh water and a few ice cubes, and I’m set for a day at the beach. Did you read that? AT THE BEACH. My baby can sit in the hot sun and stay as cool as . . . well, as the cucumber water that he’s guarding. My heart flutters at the memory of playing catch with my little girl at the beach for hours, until we were both hot pink and bleary-eyed, and who do you think rescued us from certain heatstroke? Not daddy – no, he was miles away. You guessed it – True Blue.
Now, my husband’s not an idiot. It’s not like he’s actually JEALOUS of a BOTTLE. In fact, he usually laughs and makes a total mockery me when I launch into rapturous wonder at the Nasa-esque technology or, more likely, divine intervention that has made this little phenom possible. However, a man can only take so much. I swear, the other day, as my nearest and dearest was unloading the dishwasher, I caught him shoving a certain blue bottle to the very back of the cupboard. I suddenly realized I had a bit of a Sophie’s choice on my hands. What could I do? Give up my love for my love? It made no sense. There had to be another way.
* – The beautiful Bottle and Spa Water book are both available at www.myspawater.com, and, no, this is not my company and they’re not paying me to scream their praises from the rooftops. I’m just a huge fan!