thursday pick me up!

Sometimes you have one of those days that makes you want to put your head through a wall.  Today was one of those days...then I found this and while it didn't make the things I want to go away, well, go away, it did manage to make me laugh so hard I snorted.

You know that auto-correct feature on phones?  Well this site captures the best 15 auto-correct fails ever. Read. Laugh. Enjoy.    

#15: Worst Day Of The Week

#14: Special Delivery

#13: That Time Of The Month

#12: Stain Remover

#11: We Need To Talk

#10: iPhone and Relationship Advice Don’t Mix

See the rest of them here.  Numbers 12 and 6 I think are my favorite.

{ cindie }

Confession # 34

I am a water bottle junkie/snob.

Some people collect stamps, some people collect coins.  Apparently I collect water bottles.  The other night as I was putting our glassware away I struggled to find cupboard space because I have a whole shelf dedicated to re-usable water bottles....approximately 7 of them.  It's a problem...

pretty

I actually have this same bottle with a white sleeve...and yes, I want this one too.  

Probably the saddest part is, I typically will just re-use the same SmartWater bottle that I bought from some convenience store on my way to work instead of one of my 7 bottles.  I mean...isn't the point of the re-useable ones to save money and reduce waste?  Counter-intuitive me spends more money on re-useable bottles that don't get used and buys the disposable ones to re-use...I don't get me sometimes.

And then there's the other point...I am a bottled water snob.  I'll drink Poland Spring or Deer Park or some other spring water brand...but I prefer SmartWater...which is isn't even spring water, it's vapor distilled!  Add to the mix that I won't drink filtered water (which hello SmartWater is pretty much the same just fancier terminology), except for at work when I refill my disposable bottle. It's most definitely because of the labeling and the fact that I like the little characters that are on the inside of the bottle.  

via

You can't see but this is the one with the fish

You could probably fill that bottle with hose water and I'd drink it.

So there you have it, I am a water bottle hoarder and a bottled water snob.

Anyone else have quirky collections or bottled water preferences?  I can't be the only one!

{ cindie }

weekend recap

It's been a very busy few days in my little life...

On Wednesday evening, I was sitting in bed at 10pm when I got a text from a friend asking me if I wanted to go to the U2 concert with her in Philadelphia the next night. My response...

*blink blink* 
Huh? On a work night?


Mind you, my spontaneous side flitted out the window when I left my city life years ago.  Now I'm a too tired after work, sitting in bed reading by 10pm, asleep by 11:30 at the latest kinda gal.  Realizing how old and sad that made me sound, when the opportunity arose, after some thought, I went for it.  It was a great time...the ride down was an experience when I became co-navigator but got a phone call from Hubster at the absolute wrong time and we ended up one state further south than where we wanted to be.  Oops!

Friday was none other than Harry Potter Day!  I wasn't a fan from the start...I only recently began reading the books, but I caught the movie bug around the Half Blood Prince - that might very well be the first movie made after I started dating Hubster.  I loved the movie and kinda want to go see it again..oh...and Hubster bought me a replica of Hermoine's wand.  Before that, I was running around the house with a chopstick casting spells.  Go ahead and laugh...I'm letting my geek peek thru :)

Saturday and Sunday were spent hosting parties at our house.  Hubster is turning the big 3-0 tomorrow and we had a friend pool party on Saturday and then a family party Sunday.  Needless to say, I'm tired and partied out.  Aside from seeing friends that I haven't seen in awhile, the bonus is that we've go so much leftover food I won't need to cook for a week (which works out because this is supposed to be a HOT week).  I also got my refurbished Canon dslr camera on Saturday!  I was so excited to see the FedEx man backing into our driveway that I ran out of the house and slammed the door on my finger.  Ouch.  I kept telling Hubster it's throbbing and the fleshy part of my finger felt hard (yup, I'm that kind of patient) and he told me to ice it, but I was too preoccupied unwrapping my new toy.  Buddy was over, so he and Latte were the lucky models for my test pictures.  I'm pretty sure they were tired of the crazy lady chasing them around with a camera.  I'm planning on taking a workshop so I can learn how to take good photos.  

Here's to hoping it's a quick work week!

{ cindie }

because it is just a dress afterall

...but it also happens to have been my wedding dress.  And I loved her.  And I still do...but for the past 10 months now she's been stored away in a bag, in a closet, in a room uninhabited.  And I'm beginning to think that maybe it's time for her to find a new home, on a new body, to be admired and photographed on another bride's big day.

hello beautiful - wedding photo by Allure West Studios

It was exactly 2 years from today that Hubster was down on one knee asking me to marry him.  Two years from today when I knew that I needed to find my beautiful, take his breath away, make him cry (which he did not but that's ok) gown to wear on my approach to becoming his wife.  And find her I did.

And now, 2 years later from knowing I needed to find her, 10 months after wearing her, I think I'm ready to let her go.  Sure, I could keep her in hopes that if I had a daughter she would want to wear her.  But that's a big if.  And, to be honest, if I were to have a daughter, I don't know that I would want to rob her from the experience of finding her own dress.  Especially when there might be someone out there now, not able to spend thousands of dollars on the dress she loves.  If I could help someone now, I'd rather do that than hold on to my dress for a big future IF. 

lovely little details

Plus, remember how I said I wanted a dslr camera?  Well I'm thinking I could use what I get for my dress and put it towards that.  But I'm still thinking.  And I'm not sure that Hubster is sold on the idea either.  There's still sentimental value attached to my dress.  It's what I wore the day we started our lives together as husband and wife.  It's the dress I wore when we promised to love each other until the day we die.  But...it's just a dress.  Hubster and I started our lives together long before the dress and we will love each other long after the dress is gone.  So why does it feel so hard to say goodbye?

Because once I put her on some website for sale there's no going back.  The realist in me says 'do it!', the romantic, sentimental side of me says 'I don't know'.  Maybe I just need to put her on one last time before I'll be ready to say goodbye.  Maybe I just need to immortalize her in pictures and thank her for making me feel so beautiful on our wedding day.  So here goes:

Dear dress,

You are amazing.  You are beautiful.  You deserve your own photoshoots.

I fell in love with you so quickly, and have stayed in love with you ever since.  I will always love you for the way you made me feel.  You made me a bride.  You were the last thing I wore as a single woman and the first thing I wore as a wife.

wedding photo courtesy of Allure West Studios

I would love to love you and hold onto you forever, but I know that's not fair.  You deserve to make some other bride feel the way you made me feel.  You deserve to be adored and to have someone else fall in love with you.  You deserve more than living in a garment bag in a closet.  You deserve to be in photos like this

courtesy of Allure West Studios

on a new body.  And I need to let you have that.  I've never before spent the amount of money I did on you before, but I never before knew so wholeheartedly that every penny was worth it.  Thank you for the memories.  I will always love you.

What do you think I should do?  Hold on to her forever, or give her the chance to make someone else feel the way she made me feel?  I don't know if I'll ever be truly 100% ready to say goodbye, but I also know that I can't allow myself to not share her with someone else either.  Oh, and thanks for indulging my craziness in writing a letter to my wedding dress!

{ cindie }

gimmie gimme want want

Ever have one of those days where all of a sudden everything you've wanted for the past few months comes rushing back to the forefront of your consciousness and you just want.it.NOW.  But then you realize that as pretty and shiny and awesome these things are, and how happy it would make you to have them, well...it's just not in the budget right now. sadface.

Here's a taste of what I have been wanting to get my sticky little hands on...

not necessarily this one, but a dslr

Oh the pictures I could take...

so cute!

I'm falling in the trend and loving maxi dresses and skirts right now.  

macbook pro

I love my macbook, but despite replacing the hard drive it's still pretty slow

funny, this bag is 7x more money on the LV site

I don't really know when or why I started wanting this bag.  I'm a big advocate of not being a walking billboard/ad campaign, but for some reason this bag looks so fresh to me.  But then again, I still love my $25 purse..plus, I'd be perfectly happy just buying the knockoff...

That's just a few items on my wishlist.  Hopefully one day I can cross a couple of them off my list!

What's on your wishlist?

{ cindie }

puppy therapy

So I'm gonna come right out and say it, I've been a horrible blogger the past few weeks.  .

Life's been a bit hectic with work and it's hard to find the energy to do much after putting in 9 hours at the office and then another hour or two at home.  The only thing I've really been able to dedicate my time to, other than work, is running.  So at least I'm happy to say I'm in week 5 of my Cto5K program!  I'm not back at that 'in love with running' feeling I once had, but I am at that 'feel crappy if I don't do it' place...progress.

With Hubster and I working opposite schedules, it's nice to have the down time after a hectic day at work, but at the same time it sucks.  Sucks that I don't have anyone at home to hug me after a rough day.  Sucks that there's no one to rub my shoulders and tell me a funny story to help take my mind off of things.  Sucks to not have someone to eat dinner with.  Not ideal first year of marriage to say the least.

But at the same time what I do have to come home to is pretty awesome.  Walking in the door at 8pm after a rough work day is not my idea of a good time, but seeing my pup Latte, who is so excited to have mommy home that not just her tail but her whole body wags is quite possibly the best greeting I could get (oh and she's gotten over that whole 'leave a present if you're home late thing, thank.you.jesus.).  Last Friday, I had the pleasure of dog-sitting my in-laws' dog, Buddy, and oh let me tell you, I was in puppy heaven!  Double the love, double the kisses....stress gone.  I honestly don't know what I'd do without my pup..she's my baby, my littlest best friend, my sleeping buddy, my therapist.  She's caused me her fair share of stress as well, but when she looks up at me with her big ole coal like eyes looking all cute and rolling on her back for belly rubs, I've forgotten what she ever did to upset me.  I bet Hubster wishes he could master that trick!

And now, some puppy love:

This is Buddy, my in-laws' dog.  He's a Havanese and poodle mix.  He's a big love bug and I've nicknamed him Loaf...cuz after about 5 minutes of playing with Latte, he gets pooped out and just plops down on the floor...or in your lap...and if he makes it in your lap...well it's not yours anymore.  Don't believe me...here's the evidence:

Yup...dead front and center.  I lost some feeling in my thighs that day.  But I loved it!

I call this Latte's 'worried grandmother' look.  I was out on the deck watering my (now dead) plants and what do I see when I turn around but this face.  I love how she's peeking our behind the curtain.  And look at that expression.  Oh...my dog has personality I tell you!

This last one is her 'rug slug' pose.  She does this so you try to get down as low as she is and then she pounces and slimes you with wet puppy kisses...which in this puppy mommy's opinion are divine!

Dogs...such great therapy.  Just thinking about her and her silly personality calms me now.

{ cindie }

days I wish I worked for myself

The weather icon on my phone for today looks like this

extremely toothy happy sun

yet, instead of having one of these

while lounging in or around this

I am at work...at least there's free AC.  Stay cool everyone!

{ cindie }

*Edit* The genius mind of my blogger friend Layla of Wish Fulfillment Every Day made a connection with my overly happy sun to Gary Busey and just because the resemblance is a bit uncanny

Busey as a happy sun

of age and underwears

Yah...I'm going there.  Apologies in advance if you are reading this and are of the male persuasion.

Recently, I did a spring clean and purge of my underwear drawer because, well...

• there is no reason whatsoever why I should still own some of the same pairs that I had in college {we're talking 9 years ago people}
• you know those pretty, frilly, dare-I-say-it sexy little underthings that incredibly uncomfortable to wear because they're really only meant to be worn for about 10 minutes?  Well, yeah...what are you supposed to wear for the remaining 1430 minutes in a day {yes, I had to break out the calculator for that one}
• I had waaaay too many pairs
• and...my ass grew.  Period. End of story.

With my purge my collection grew ever so slightly smaller so I of course had to replenish {nulling and voiding bullet number 3 - I am completely aware of this}, and in my shopping trip I learned something about myself.  When I was in my 20's I was all about the type of underwear that Sisqo made a tribute song for...you know what I'm talking about..I won't sing it for fear of infecting you with an earwig.  I swore that they were comfortable and didn't mind the breeze when wearing a dress or skirt {which I already established that I wear often}.  Besides, something up your butt for hours on end is so totally worth it to save from the risk of VPL right?  Yah...sure

Now that I'm in my thirties I realized I don't like having things up my butt...let me pause here to allow for 'that's what she said' and other jokes of the like..okay, composure re-established.  So yeah, no more thongs for me thank.you.very.much.  Whoever it is that invented the boyshort...well holy hell {hmm oxymoron much} you are a genius!  I never before believed I could wear something that wasn't riding my crack {snicker} without it being obvious that I was wearing anything but a butt flosser.  And the best part is, they are still invisible in my yoga pants!  My ass thanks you, creator of the boyshort.

Then today, while purchasing some more of these fantastic things, I heard the voice of a woman who looked to be in her mid to late-40's ask one of the sales girls while holding up a pair of those 10 minute panties 'Do you have anything sluttier/sexier than these?'  Literally...sluttier or sexier is what she wanted.  Props to her, but um...I'm sensing a regression here.  Is it possible that in 10-15 years or so I will be that lady?  Should I have kept my 10 minute panties - I mean on the off chance that they would actually fit?  Does the life cycle of underwear really go from diapers to full coverage to thongs to something comfortable and cute then back down till you're in diapers again?!  

I'm seriously more than a little disturbed by this revelation....I think I need a corner to huddle and rock in.

{ cindie }

a failure of epic proportions

...or let's just call it Wednesday, May 25th.

And no, I did not within 6 days of my end goal fail to fulfill my no meat challenge diet.

But for some insane reason, I thought that I would for half of the last days of my month-long meatless diet also partake in a 3 day juice detox.  You know...to really clean my system...and cuz I'm just crazy.

So determined was I while I was researching juice detox recipes.

Ambition and glee were in my eyes when I purchased my juicer on sale and with a 20% off coupon.

Furrowed was my brow at the supermarket as I perused the produce section to pick only the best fruits and veggies for my juices.

And then I began to make juice.  Glorious juice.  I was so excited I hopped on gmail chat and sent Hubster a message that contained one word and one word only...JUICE!!! :D

I made three different yummy juices, one for breakfast, one for lunch and one as a snack.  As I lay in bed last night, I worried about how hungry I would be in the morning...but alas I woke and was excited for my juice, so off to work I went with my three bottles of juice in hand.  And I had a good feeling about the day.

Breakfast juice was good..Grapefruit & lime with mint.  Mmmm....hit the spot.  I was still excited about my juice diet and convinced that I could do it.  Went out for an appointment then came back for my lunch juice (watermelon-apple-lemon & lime)...mmm good and refreshing.  An hour or two goes by and then....oh, and then...

I'm EFFING HUNGRY!!! I don't want juice! I want food!  I want...a BURGER!

....but a burger I did not have.  I'm sticking to that one folks.

So I then talked to a friend who I refer to as Twinnie and she said 'Why don't you supplement your juice diet with a raw food diet?'  Genius!

So off I went researching raw food diet recipes with a new sense of determination.  I have rolled oats! I have raw almonds! Yeah!  This is such a great idea!

Yup, I went online looking for recipes.  For food.  To eat, not drink.  When I'm already hungry.

Suffice it to say, about 10 minutes later I had a bag of popcorn and 3 teaspoons of peanut butter because that's what I have at my desk.  Oh...and I still have a bottle of juice.  And I want an effing burger...with bacon.

{ cindie }

the number twelve

Twelve. 
One dozen.
Six times two.
The square root of 144.

It's a number featured in a Christmas carole.  The number that precedes the stigmatized 'unlucky' number 13.  It's the number of months in a year.  And perhaps most importantly, it happens to be the number of days left in what seems to be to me the LONGEST.MONTH.EVER!!!!  It just so happens to be, at the time of writing this post, the number of days left of my 30 day no meat challenge. 

I'm more than halfway through and let me tell you, the last 8 days have been hard.  I was doing well up until day 10...until I realized that I still had 20 more to go.  Add to that the fact that there was one perfect grilling weekend and a Mother's Day feast thrown in there.  And I've been watching a lot of Food Network.  And I just watched an episode of Throwdown with Bobby Flay where it was a fried chicken throwdown.  Hubster might just come home tonight to see me rocking and shaking in a corner.  Ok, maybe not really....

12 more days.  I can totally do it!  The question is...what should my first meal be when it's over?

{ cindie }

Confession #14

I'm a huge goofball.

Ok...not really a confession since it's pretty obvious.  But I'm also pretty shy upon first meeting.  My shyness and awkwardness has often been misconstrued as me being snobbish which makes me sad.  Cuz really...well I'm pretty awesome when you get to know me. 

Last week, I had a three day training/meeting for work where I was 'forced' to interact with colleagues from Europe and some that I see in the office daily.  While my awkwardness definitely hampered me from getting to know my European colleagues better, I do feel that it helped me come out of my shell with my everyday office mates.  Our off-site 'social events' were a prime opportunity for me to let my silly out...and well...silly I did get (not drunk silly..Cindie's comfortable enough to be herself silly type silly).  And you know what is awesome?  I got to know some of these people that I would see walking in the halls or sitting in meeting rooms with me better.  And they got to know me...hard working, fun loving, silly me.  Not so awkward anymore.  Not so quiet.  They got a glimpse of who I am, as I saw a bit more of who they were.  It was pretty cool.

And because I feel like a post is always better with a picture, here's one of me being me at one of our events

{ cindie }

a girl becomes a princess, a murderer is dead, and I got bangs

Talk about a historic weekend....well not the part about me getting bangs.  But based on the voting results of you guys, it was an unequivocally unanimous decision.  Wanna see?!!

whaaaa??

I dunno...

ohhh...

It doesn't change my look up too much (I don't think Hubster even noticed) but I love them.  Definitely doesn't look like the bowl cut bangs of my youth!  Oh...and uh...I seriously must love you guys to post these ridiculously awesome pictures of me making stupid faces.  So...you like?

On a more serious note, this past weekend was truly historic.  Kate married a prince and became a Dutchess and Osama is dead.  Bless this country, bless this world!  A huge toast and thank you to the men and women of the US military forces who sacrificed time with their loved ones and their lives to search for a man who destroyed the lives of so many.  He may be just one man, but he is one less (insert expletive because I can't think of one that comes even close to describing him) in this world.  

{ cindie }

bang-a-rang!

With Mama Nature teasing us with warmer weather, I get the itch to change things up a bit.  Brighter colored outfits, fun spring-y colored nails, and perhaps a new hair-do.  I recently was watching a you-tube instructional video on eye makeup and developed instant hair envy.  Impulsive monster that I am, I was ready to call up my salon and make an appointment...but then I thought...what if only I think it would look good?  So then I figured...why not ask you, my trusted readers what you think?!  So without further adieu...

Here's a picture of my hair as it is now, after a long day at work

and here's a picture of what I'm thinking of doing...

 

Drastic right? Lol...

I used bobby pins to make some above the eyebrow grazing bangs.  It probably only looks like I just tucked my hair behind my ears.  Here's a picture of what I was trying to go for...

screen shot of this chick's youtube tutorial

Usually when I get bangs cut they aren't so thick (I moved the part in my hair quite a bit) and are longer, so I'm afraid of going short and reliving the horror days of when my Mom cut my bangs so I looked something like this

oh the horror

I know it's just hair and my hair grows like weeds, but changing one's hair can drastically change your whole look, which is why I'm hesitant.  So I turn to you guys...whatcha think?

or leave me a comment below on what you think I should do instead!

{ cindie }

so ready...

....for mother nature to cooperate and bring some consistent spring time weather so the world can look like this...

purdy

...to wear these on my feetsies

flippies!!!

...to win this...

please?

...so I can do this...

wish

...and maybe open one of these...

it's a dream

...and truly be

ahhh...

...with these people by my side of course (just a few of the many)

LtoR,TtoB: Allure West, personal, Allure West x2, personal

................................................

..........but really I'm just totally ready for the weekend...

{ cindie }

i'm 'special'...

...in many ways.  But mostly in those, hmm...that's different type ways.

Like this week.  I've been having this pain in my right wrist for a good three weeks now and it only took me two weeks of 'dealing with it' before listening to Hubster and seeing a doctor.  Thankfully after taking some x-rays, the doctor put me at ease and confirmed it wasn't carpal tunnel.  He did however, go "Hmm..." when looking over my x-rays.  Yeah...just what you want to hear when a doctor is looking at anything that has to do with your health and well-being. 

Turns out my radius bone is abnormally longer than my ulna.  What the hell does that mean?  Well essentially, you know on the side of your wrist that little bulge that sticks out...well my bulge (heh) is more prominent that usual because the bone is longer than it naturally should be.  As a result, there's times when there is more pressure on the cartilage in that area causing pain.  And it sucks.  The only thing they can do for me right now is make me wear this robo-arm brace for 20 hours a day for 3 weeks to try to stabilize the movement of my wrist to relieve the compression and pain.  Wanna see?

robo arm!

To be honest, it kind of looks bad ass.  There's a steel rod type thing running down the center of the underside so I tell people it's my street fighter glove.  They then proceed to look at me weird...I'm used to it.  To be honest, it's more of a inconvenience than anything else.  Oh well, I should just suck it up.

In other news, my one week no meat challenge has been going really well.  So well in fact that I think I might extend it an extra week.  We'll see...

{ cindie }

in another life, I was meant to be a spy

...or something else cool like that.

I base this primarily on the fact that I love tv shows about hot female double agents (working for the good guys) who get the crap beat out of them by big burly guys twice their size but still end up taking down said big burly guys.  You know...shows like Alias and now Nikita.  If you've ever seen Alias before and watch Nikita now, it's pretty obvious that the shows share many similarities...like almost too many..like perhaps the Nikita writers watched Alias one night and well just figured it's been about 4 years, no one will notice.  Well this girl did...I consider this the start of my sleuthing and proof that I can be a good detective/agent.  That or I just watch too much tv.  Let's take a gander shall we?

Alias follows Sydney Bristow (played by Jennifer Garner) who is an agent for the super evil 'black-ops division of the CIA' SD-6.  But really, she's a double agent for the CIA.  Her fiance, Danny was murdered by SD-6 when they found out she told him she was a spy.

Sydney

Nikita (played by Maggie Q) was an agent of the black-ops government sanctioned Division that started out good but now is bad.  She went rogue when her fiance Daniel (hmm...) was murdered by Division when they realized that she was having a relationship with a civilian.  Big no-no.

Nikita

Sydney's CIA handler was Michael Vaugh (played by Michael Vartan) and the two had a little sumthin sumthin goin on

Hellooooo nurse!

Nikita's handler when she was in Division was Michael (played by Shane West).  They two had a little bow-chicka-wow-wow going on.  Michael was tasked with hunting down Nikita when she went rogue and they've reconnected recently...like in the bow-chicka-wow way.

You can chase me any day, everyday

The plot of both shows is essentially the operative (in the case of Nikita she has a mole at Division she trained and essentially placed there) goes on a mission to retrieve something that the big evil boss guy wants, but ends up either not getting it due to some complication in the operation, or gets but it's corrupted.  Both shows are probably loosely based on the French film Nikita (well Nikita is actually definitely based off of it).  In both shows, every episode features our heroines packing some serious heat and kicking some big time butt.  They're strong ass hot chicks who don't want to kill you, but will if they have to.  Either way, I love them both...well except for post Season 3 of Alias...it just got bad.  Please Nikita...don't do the same.  I need my spy shows to learn how to be one of them (who said you can't learn anything from watching tv) or at least to live out my dreams of being one of them.

And if I had to choose who I'd be....tho I love Sydney (it's the name I used to use at bars because it's close to my name without actually being my name) I'd have to go with Nikita.  She's got an awesome wardrobe and killer shoes.  And I kind of think her Michael is hotter than Sydney's.  Not that I would kick either of them out of bed...I mean if I wasn't with Hubster that is.

{ cindie }

i has a sad

Day three of my no meat week challenge and I'm doing good.

Sure I may have eyed up the turkey sandwich that one of the docs I work with was eating for lunch, and maybe I had two brownies and a cookie...but I didn't give in, and I'm proud of myself so far.  I even turned down an offer to get Chipotle for lunch...Chipotle people.  Read my review of Chipotle on Yelp...go ahead and then you'll understand how hard that was for me.  Anyway...

so...as I said before, I has a sad.  Remember my big green bowl that I eat ramen out of?  You know the one I wrote about here.  Well it's my absolute favorite bowl and I don't eat my ramen out of any other bowl.  If it's in the dishwasher waiting to be washed and I'm having my guilty pleasure meal, I'll take it out and wash it just so I can use it.  I.love.that.bowl. (is that weird?) Well, tonight I was pre-washing the dishes to wash them in the dishwasher (what's the point!) and...

I broke my bowl (it still hurts just having to write that)

I'm quite upset about it.  I don't think my ramen will ever really taste the same again.  Goodbye big green bowl.  You served as quite the vessel for many a very high sodium meal.  And you will be missed.

To make myself feel better, I am going to post a pic of some bunnies out at the bar.

and a drunk bunny drowning its broken bowl sorrows in some Jack & Ginger

{cindie }

wow..did I really just blog about a bowl and drunken bunnies?  I think I'm suffering meat withdrawl...

truth in advertising?

This morning, while in the shower, I realized I ran out of my shampoo.  Crap. 

So resourceful me decided to use Hubster's.  For reference, he uses this

via

and from the commercials...I thought all day that if I got too close to other females maybe this would happen...

original image from here, edited by moi

but it didn't.  I suppose I have proved Axe's advertisements wrong.  And I'm pretty glad about that.  I really don't want other women to try to nibble at Hubster's face. 

Ladies, I hope I've put your minds at ease about your men and these products.  You can thank me later.  Guys...sorry, you'll just have to rely on your bright and shiny personality.

I'm still not quite sure what I would have done had the advertisements been true....

{ cindie }