Okay so I am offended now by the Glade commercials. I started out mildly disturbed that the star of these spots thought it cute to deceive her family and friends with her candles. Do people really think that the bulk of humanity is so stupid they will be fooled by a plate of ginger snaps out of the sack simply because they smell burning ginger? And sashaying about in her little black dress while the rest of her crew is attired in outfits appropriate for a book club or canasta party. And how cute was it when the tell tale label found itself stuck to her tight and toned posterior? A body no doubt courtesy of all the tennis she plays since she is heading out in one commercial to play, secure in the fact that her designer candle will be on the job.
I could probably let the commercials slide were it not for the fact that I am sick and tired of her simpering face appearing over her little "life saver" assuring us that "and yes, it is Glade."
Something tells me that I could have a truck load of these little honeys delivered and they still couldn't touch the underlying odor of dogs both wet and dry, dishes accumulating in the sink, some lovely white socks crammed in a pair of yard mowing shoes and the lingering scent of cigarettes smoked in the garage and carried in on the hubs clothing. It is my house and "yes, it stinks."
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