or your money back! No, I'm not referring to a guarantee on the valuable time you spent reading this blog (that you can never get back!). I'm referring to the incredible, amazing seduction of the INFOMERCIAL.
Fess' up! What have you been sucked into buying, only to realize it was a waste of money, and too humiliated to call and demand your money back, decided to take the loss as a life lesson?
When Sara was about 5, she became obsessed with the Shawala Wash. (OK, that's so old no one wants anything to do with that name and it is no where on the internet, but this is similar) She was convinced that our lives would be vastly improved by owning one. She begged, I'm pretty sure she tried to dial the 800 number herself, she cried. When Nixon and Easton were about the same age, the object of their affection was the Pops-A-Dent. Never mind there was not a single tiny dent on our car, they were convinced we needed one. Oh the power of TV advertising! I was a mean mom and never granted either one of these wishes. They all should have asked dad first, he's been lured into several of these amazing TV specials.
My downfall in the world of worthless junk from the TV was the Perfect Pancake. The kids begged and begged. I finally relented, I mean, who doesn't want to make perfect pancakes?! I recommend this product to anyone who lives ALONE! It makes one pancake at a time, and not quickly! How many people with 3 kids can make breakfast ONE pancake at a time? Needless to say, the perfect pancake has long since gone to the DI. (That's Utah-speak for Goodwill)
I bring this up because I am the proud new owner of this. This is what happens when you leave your husband alone for 5 days! I promise to eat my words and apologize when his abs turn rock hard. Until then, I'm counting down my 90 days ...