The Max (aka my son) has a new passion. It’s called, “I want everything sold in infomercials.” I completely understand this. Recently whenever anyting is broken in our home, he insists that it can be repaired with Mighty Putty.
He has been begging me for months to buy Pancake Puffs, which I may break down and do very soon.
And the guy laughing in the background makes me smile.
The funny thing about his obsession is that he will come into a situation in life that could involve one of the products, then he recites verbatim the sales pitch that he saw on the television. While we were at his grandmother’s house she was putting away groceries and he pounced on her as she was filling the crisper in the refridgerator with vegatables, “Grandma, the enemy is not t he air, it’s the gas…you need green Bags!”
So, today, as we were browsing the shelves at CVS, I saw something that I saw on TV and I had to have them.
This is the much disputed product that is supposed to detox your body through your feet when you sleep. Apparently the pads soak up toxins into little pads and the pads turn brown. Some hard-hitting night time investigative television show did a report on these and claimed the pads turn brown when they get wet, so after 8 hours on your feet they will get wet from the sweat alone that is oozing out the bottom of your feet.
The commercial shows a lady so refreshed after sleeping with the pads on that I had to try it. This summer heat creates a lack of sleep for me that is unbearable and I would put nails in my eyes to be better rested if that is what it took. So, I bit. I plopped out 19.99 from today’s tip money on to the counter where the clerk most definitely was thinking, “This lady probably has QVC on her favorites list” I am sitting here, getting ready for bed and preparing to apply my Kinoki Cleansing Detox Foot Pads. I am stoked. there’s only a few warnings on the box, the best one being, “Do not place…directly on eyes.” Well, I have pretty bad aim. I could never make the wastepaper basket while playing trash basketball in study hall, but I think if I aim for my feet, I should at least hit my knee.