Hoooold it right there, internets! Don’t think you are going to read another word until you’ve made sure you’re all signed up for this month’s contest. Go! Quickly! But come back, I have things to tell you.
Today my son informed me that someday when his daddy and I die, he is going to go live with his best friend, Major, and his mom and dad and they are going to adopt him and they are going to live happily ever after. Then I asked him what would happen if we didn’t die. After a moment’s hesitation, he looked at me, shrugged his shoulders and said, “Well, I guess I’m stuck here, then.” It’s so good to know I’m loved and appreciated. Sigh.
I have always found advertising slogans amusing and when I was growing up, my secret wish was to work for a company who wrote jingles. (I’m a dreamer, I am. High and lofty, those were my goals.) Partly because I loved J-e-l-l-o! (can’t say it without singing it, can ya?) and partly because I loved the fact that I could tell my mom “You deserve a break today….at McDonalds”. She never really saw the humor in that and I always ended up with extra chores, for some reason.
But I digress…the other day, my husband questioned me about the kind of peanut butter I buy. I’ve always bought JIF. Always. I like it…at least that’s what I thought. But the words that came out of my mouth in answer? “Because choosy moms choose JIF.” What?! Where did that come from? I’ve been hoodwinked into believing that JIF is like the Proverbs 31 mom’s choice for peanut butter. What is UP with that? I feel like such a goober. No pun intended. Seriously. It just kind of flowed out of me like buttah. Peanut, that is.
Alrighty-then. Have you noticed this is my attempt at a light-hearted post? I’m trying, really I am, folks. Apparently, I’m trying so hard that I keep hitting publish instead of the return key. So if you see three, maybe four posts with this title, only read this one, okay?
Lastly, the Design Blog is coming right along. I’ve received several orders and am currently plowing my way through them. The latest one is here. I had so much fun doing that one – partially because I know her IRL, but mostly because she told me I could do whatever I wanted. I really liked that. That photo of the crazed batwoman? That’s her photo, and as you can see, her title fits her personality to a tee.
I don’t really have a good way to end this post, because it’s totally stream-of- consciousness writing. I like that kind of writing. It’s the kind I do best. Well, it’s probably not the best, but it’s the kind with much less stress. Unlike yesterday’s post. I thought I was going to have to invest in Kleenex before I got the silly thing posted. Those are hard for me. My creative writing teacher in college told me that I had a knack for it waaaay back then. I’m thinking that somewhere between college and having babies, my brain turned to oatmeal and all I’m good for is cranking out a mushy bowl or two with some brown sugar, buttah, cinnamon and raisins once in a while. “It’s the right thing to do.” (Quaker oats slogan, don’tcha know?)
So what’s your favorite slogan of all time? Don’t be shy – I love me some comments. Hey, it’s the polite thing to do…didn’t your mama ever tell you that?
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