Not three minutes after the last one~! Not quite a miracle, but whatever.
Rob and I are watching TV while eating the delicious turkey dinner that he cooked (we bought a turkey breast yesterday because neither of us really likes fussing with a whole turkey what with the bones and guts and feathers and everything). I’m enjoying the fact that he brought the “proper” turkey dinner into my life — to him, the only way to have a turkey dinner is if you have the turkey and stuffing and everything, PLUS a boiled dinner of corned beef, potatoes, turnip, carrots, etc. Yep. An entirely unhealthy but delicious meal.
Anyway. We’re eating, and the commercials come on. Then this one for hydroxycut or some other diet mumbo jumbo thing appeared on the screen. Way to make a girl feel guilty for enjoying the turkey. Still though, it was an interesting commercial. My favourite part was this lady. She was all “I used to be the fat mom, but with the help of hydroxycut, my kids think I’m sexy now!”
Why. Do you care. If your kids think you’re sexy.
If I had ever thought either of my parents were sexy I would have killed myself. And then woken up. And killed myself again. Because dude! Gross!
I know! Isn’t that commercial insane?! It drives me crazy every time I hear it.