Yesterday was a banner day for I received a package in the mail.

Many a delivery is made to our doorstep, but rarely is my name on it. Boo.

But yesterday was a different day.

My long-awaited Vitamix blender made its way home to me,

and while I’m excited Vi is actually here, she cost quite a pretty penny.

Yeah, sure she blends faster than my old blender–the one that smoked while preparing my morning smoothie.

And I kinda felt like a rock star from “Top Chef” while using it.

Still, it’s only been a day. We’re definitely still honeymooning here.

But I can’t knock the feeling that I paid so much because the government spies at the CIA use this model.

Yes, I know they mean the other ‘CIA.’

Check out the frothy goodness that the banana and her chums the blueberry and strawberry

can drum up.

Take a gander at just how small the seeds are now.

What? Can’t find them? That’s because they’re not there, People!

Smoothest smoothie I’ve ever had. Delectable and delightful.

Still, Vi better be able to deliver on all the product promises:

dough kneading, soup making, dog walking, and, in general, talking pretty to me, tell me I’m pretty, or make me prettier.

‘Cause a 7-year warranty is a long time, and I will trade her sorry blade in if she doesn’t deliver.