Do They Make A Blogger Scent?

I'm upgrading the computer tomorrow so I'll be offline for the next day or two, unless I blow out my motherboard with my new hard drive. I had to sneak in a post before I did. So, looky what I captured with my cell phone. Right in front of Target Dog and everything.


Personally, I think some Art Direction Dudes over at Downy need to be fired. You see the aloe and white lilac scent has an aloe plant on the front. Although, the lemon verbena and chamomile has what looks more like a daisy.

Huh?

I know, I know. I'm a green thumb myself and I've grown a florists worth of different aromatic bloomers. Yes, there is a kind of chamomile flower that looks similar to a white daisy but seriously, at first glance I think this looks more like a daisy. Doesn't it look like a daisy to you?

All those who kill houseplants say, "AMEN!"

This is the problem. Didn't Marketing Dudes know this label is all wrong? Daisies are amazingly cheery, should sweetly grace gardens far and wide, and even painted with wild abandon, but have it be known.....

They smell B.A.D., like stinky feet and wet dog.

I'm wondering what possessed them to use this picture on the Downy bottle? They might as well have used a snapshot of a full diaper.

I'll show *you* some pure essentials.

I like the fact that there are a few new scents to choose from albeit, I haven't found a smell that I'm hooked on. Downey with the pink lid is nice, so is their clean breeze kind. If only Downy Dudes could produce a fabric softener in other desirable smells besides something so flowery. I've even taken the liberty to concoct a few ideas of my own. These are ingenious because you don't have to wait to smell oh, so good.

For the Foodie:
Coffee
Chocolate
Cake Batter
Honey Baked Ham
Root Beer
Krispy Kreme
Garlic Pretzel

The Outdoorsy types:
Campfire
Roasted Marshmallows
Wet Tent
River Moss
Skunk
Fishing Bait
Coors Light

Parent:
Barf
Pureed Carrots
Play Doh
Sleeping On The Couch
Soccer Field
PB & J

College Age:
Beer Bong
Rimmel Lip Gloss
Pee-chee
Gym Shoes
Buffalo Wings
Appletini
Bath & Bodyworks (assorted scents)
Pizza Hut

The Smoker:
Airport Carpet
Firefighter
Slurp & Burp
Bowling Alley
Casino
Ashtray

The Beautician:
Ammonia
Nail Glue
Perm
Burning Hair
Aqua Net

Mechanic:
Rubber Tires
Transmission Fluid
Gasoline
New Car Smell
Electrical Fire

The possibilities are just endless. (Downey Dudes, call me!)

5 degrees

I decided to go for a drive to clear my head. The kids were making me a bit crazy today so the quiet was a welcome change. I stopped to get some gas and on the way home, grabbed snacks and breakfast makings for tomorrow. It's a mistake to go ravenous to the grocery because I spent $40 more than I wanted to. By the time I got home the kids were soundly tucked in bed and hubby was painting at his desk. A quiet evening behind a book was just what the doctor ordered.

or in other words............

I lit out on Boo and the babes cause I be needing some chilaxin time. My cribs got me trippin so I hopped my ride, fo' shizzle, tippin in my 'lac, lovin' my sprewell's tricked to 22". Shellin' for gas and grabbed eats for the week. I get back in the 'lac got home to my Mack. Fo' Rizzle, my dizzle. Peace out! Word.


or perhaps a little like this....


I was persuaded by my beloved to change my vantage and acquire some greatly needed fresh air. The vexation that mounted within me was solely that emotion incurred by four sedulously exuberant children enduring the restraint of palatable free movement in an uncommonly small dwelling. Our children had a predilection for such exuberance, and were uncommonly more taxing than days previous. This lent to my deep gratitude for today's lack of banter, of which I was typically subjected to on a daily occurrence. My travels afforded me new perspective and tranquil elucidation. I blissfully welcomed the absence of verbose children as I stopped at market to restock my meager pantry. Leaving with impecunious wallet albeit, with trunk contents that any chef would appreciate and relish, I arrived at my residence without much ado. Much to my delight, I discovered my darlings slumbering peacefully. Alas, my love and I could partake in the utter sweetness of quiet to pursue our hobbies. Mine would include the examination in due length of a literary masterpiece by the one and only Jane Austen. Notwithstanding the plethora of book acquisitions from which to choose, who would dare fixate on a sole publication? Dare, not I.

or in better words......

Dude, like the kids were, like wiggin' on my melon! Hubby gave me a shout out to like, totally bail and cruise. I got jonesin' for some munchies, like so, 7-11 here I come for some grindage. SAH-WEET! I pulled a cheater five and mastercashed it, cause I bought so much I tanked the bank, dude. I like hot-dogged it home in the Jeep to find the offspring were countin' barrel rolls, dude, like selling Buicks...like freakin crashed, man. Excellent! So the Kahuna and I chilled in front of the tube. Wicked awesome.


or maybe, possibly it went like this:


I didn't care if I looked like a transient. I was going to get some quiet time or die trying. Hubby got home and asked if I wanted to get out. Like THE ALCATRAZ BIRDMAN, I did. With delusions of sanity, I bolted for the van. Spilling out Taco Bell wrappers, I opened the driver's door as I think to myself what is on the to-do list for tomorrow. Clean van. Mop ceiling. Paint Entire house. Pick up 1.4 million legos. The gas light goes on but it's hard to tell because pretty much all of them are on. Resisting the urge to leave the van running down at the airport, I tanked up the van and ran into the store. Nothing like grocery shopping by myself to buy luxuries like toilet paper and milk. I was sure Mr. Coffee would be posting our children for sale on eBay soon enough. How nice of him to let me out alone. I smiled knowingly at the screaming child in the store because frankly, it wasn't mine. I got home, opened the ice cream and checked on the kids. Kids are asleep? The man has some unusual powers or a big roll of duct tape. I pulled out my latest read and dug in. Silence is almost as good as ice cream. Almost.

my blood type is Starbucks Italian Dark Roast

I have been chugging large amounts of coffee to keep me from crashing by 5pm. I'm really surprised at how drained I am. I packed, I packed and I'm still packing. This is inspiring the age old question, "DO I really need to keep this?" The local Salvation Army is probably wondering if I've boosted a storage unit or something from the size of their donation pile. My rule of thumb? If I haven't used it in a year, and it's not an heirloom, photo, or ski boots...I'm pitching it. My kingdom for a storage unit and an 10 x 15 should just about do it.

Moving is coming along steadily. We plan to be out of here by this weekend. The house closing is tomorrow and Buyer Bob was gracious enough to allow us another couple of days while the sale recorded with the county. I am so thankful this is going so well.

I'll be back in one more week to fill nostrils with milk, load your mind with stories, and plaster your blog with smart aleck commenting from yours truly.