Yes, another remarkable marketing moment. I hate something, voila, Ron Popiel (sp) shows up with the perfect remedy and the first 500 people will get two crappy items for the price of one (shipping, taxes and handling extra). Within the blink of an eye, the magic item shows up on your doorstep and you open it up and voila deux into the attic, basement or closet never to rear it's plastic head again.
I just learned about another reality show at the hairdressers (where else), I was complaining that I had just been invited to the 3rd sweet sixteen party being held for my DIL's niece. I was grousing because I only get invited when the occassion requires a gift. (Well more issues actually, I'm getting tired of being Aunt checkbook). All hell broke loose when I sent regrets because of a conflict. My actual conflict is that the girls mother allows underage drinking, actually provides the booze. Hypocrite alert, yes I drank underage when I could get away with it, but just because I was young and stupid doesn't mean I have to be old and stupid. I thought saying I had a conflict was nicer than saying "if I see one underage kid drinking, I'll call their parents or police as I'm exiting the house".
I digress, Sandra, my hair wizard asked me if I had seen any of the TV shows where everybody competes to have the best and most elaborate sweet sixteen party the world has ever seen. I hadn't, but then the lightbulb went on
Well how stupid do I have to be, of course there must be such a show and of course the girls mother has been having it IV version, along with all the bridal excess shows. Mom still doesn't have custody of daughter, but that's another story.
Another disclaimer, I am too old to go around and lecture 40 year olds what they can't do in their homes, and I know views on weed are more relaxed than they were in the 70's, but I didn't grow up in Haight Asbury, I'm on the East Coast and I worked for the federal government. I retired but I still maintain my security clearance to do consulting (getting less as years go by) and mr. glitterbag works part time for a defense contractor which also requires a clearance. It's not exotic, it's basically a license to perform your job. Without the clearance, no work. I wasn't willing to risk it when I was in my twenties and had to opt out of functions where old friends would be "experimenting", I sure as hell am not going to place myself somewhere with pinhead adults being pals with the 15-17 year olds. My son told me at the recent BD party for a cousins 2 year old, the mom and stepdad were so drunk, the sixteen year old with a learners permit had to drive with her half high idiot sullen boyfriend back to Arnold from Hurlock (over an hour and a half) because she had to go to school the next day.
Wow, I guess I'm still angry. I'd like to blame it on the Irish or my red hair but sometimes I'm just a pain in the ass.
Sorry folks, the dog woke me up at 4AM to drink huge quantities of water, got to call vet when office opens and get that checked out. Haven't gone back to sleep, might have lost the bubble on that today. We will be staying with granddaughter (2 1/2) later today to give son and wife a night out. Got to get rested for that. Alright, I'm done, everyone have a good day, and best wishes for Dutchy who is feeling poorly.