The one where I pay homage to Oil of Olay

Seriously, if you're not using it- you probably should be. That shit really works!

My mom got us started on moisturizing our skin at a young age. It was so ingrained that by the time I was a teenager, I didn't even think about it. Shower, moisturize. For me, it goes together like peanut butter & chocolate, Beer & pizza or swimming & summertime. It just fits. First we used Noxema, then as my mom got older she switched to Oil of Olay. As did I. And while I often write about how silly I think it is for women to go to extremes to stop the signs of aging (plastic surgery, botox, expensive dermatological treatments), I don't think its the same thing as using a product here and there. Or dying your hair (because seriously- I'm in massive need. These grays are getting ridiculous). So I dye my hair, I moisturize with Oil of Olay and recently I started using the Covergirl Oil of Olay foundation. Its a little pricey, but worth it. Case in point~

Sean and I took CJ back to school in Springfield on Thursday last week. We had also planned a shopping trip to get some of Sean's gear for his travels this summer. Springfield has a store called Gander Mountain and that's where we headed. Well besides camping gear, Sean has been wanting to buy a new hunting rifle. So we mosied on over to the gun department. The manager, a guy probably my age, came over to help us.

Manager dude: What kind of hunting rifle are you looking for?

Sean: Small game. I was thinking maybe I'd try Coyote hunting.

Manager: How much were you looking to spend?

Sean: About $750. *insert me choking here. $750?! WTH?*

Manager: I'd recommend this blah blah *that was when I tuned out- although I noticed that the tags on the guns said "varmint"-that made me giggle some*

Me: Do you have a card or something? Do you get commission? Because we aren't buying today.

Manager: No, but I'm the manager so it all helps me. I'll write down the gun info. If you guys are going to comparison shop don't let anyone talk you into the blah blah, its just not a good gun.

Me: Oh we'll probably come back here, its just that he's not 18 and I don't have a FOID card.

Manager: That is a problem!

Me: Its okay, we have plenty of friends who are over 21 and FOID carriers. We'll bring one of them.

Manager: Well just be sure they have the money. We can't do sales where one person is buying and the other is paying. It just looks funny. Like if you were buying the gun and your brother was handing you the cash. *he must have noticed the startled looks on me & Sean's faces*

Manager: I mean, well, uh, I just assumed he was your brother.

Me: He's my son.

Sean: Her youngest son. *thanks for that Sean*

Manager: Oh. I'm so sorry!

Me: Are you kidding me? You just made my day. Possibly my week.

Seriously guys, its the Oil of Olay. Or the blood sacrifices to the full moon. Nah, its the Oil of Olay.

Happy Monday,
♥Spot