Wet make-up brushes smell like dog. Not quite sure why. Aren’t they made of sable or horse hair or some other non-canine coat? I just finished shampooing over 50 brushes. Yes, shampoo. Human shampoo.
Years ago, before I knew better, I used dish soap to wash everything–including my car. It always looked clean, but I was never able to achieve that showroom shine. My logic wasn’t completely flawed. Dishes shine. Glasses gleam. So why did Sunlight or Ivory Liquid leave my car looking dull?
Dish soap is designed to fight grease. My car is not greasy. I do not park it next to a fat rendering plant. Nor do I eat Kentucky Fried Chicken while sitting on the hood. I have no need for grease-fighting action.
My husband cringes whenever I tell him about my Palmolive car-wash days. His explanation has been very enlightening for me. If something can remove grease, it can also remove wax. My car is covered in wax. At least it was. So that explains why they make a product called car wash. Who knew?
1) I have always wanted a red nose for my car. At Christmas, I see quite a few be-nosed automobiles–usually with a pair of antlers. I want my car to resemble a human; therefore, I don’t want antlers. Just a nose.
It turns out that if you want your car to look like a person, a nose isn’t the only way to go. Apparently, you can hang a pair of testicles from your bumper. These “Bumper Nuts” come in a variety of colours, including the best-selling flesh tone.
It must be a male thing. I surely wouldn’t be caught dead driving around with an aluminium vagina hanging from my car.
Well, if you want a set of balls of your very own, you can get them here: http://www.truck-nuts.com/
2) Nowadays, it seems that you can’t have a conversation with anyone about cars without someone bringing up the cost of gas. It’s up to $1.24 a litre here–almost worth its weight in gold.
We eat a lot of fibre in our house–fresh veggies, whole grains, and brown beans. Needless to say, there will never be a gas shortage here. Nor will there be an abundance of fresh air.
If only someone could find a way to convert farts into fuel. We’d be “sitting” on a goldmine. A noisy, raunchy, goldmine.
Sorry, my husband actually just farted beside me. This brings me to a strange product that I just discovered–the Subtle Butt fart pad. These adhesive panty-liner-like pads are designed to be affixed to the part of your underwear that lines up with your fart escape hatch. Carbon is used to neutralize the noxious fumes, rendering flatulence odour-free.
No longer will innocent people gasp for uncontaminated oxygen in your presence. Go ahead, eat that raw broccoli. Subtle Butt’s got you covered.
Get yours here: http://www.shopinprivate.com/subtle-butt.html
3. I decided that in order to bring this blog together, I should find a way to combine food and modes of transportation and I came across some interesting finds. Here’s a few food/modes of transport combos that I can’t wait to try–even if I do hate hot dogs.
First, let me get the Photo Credits out of the way.Photo credits-farting sign (www.impactlab.net), hot dog plane (http://keriene.wordpress.com/2012/07/05/hot-dog-plane/#respond), hot dog canoe (littlenummies.net), rice crispy car (fanpop.com), squash bus (xaxor.com), veggie bike (forum.xcitefun.net), milky way cars (www.speckledfreckle.com.au).