I never do this.

Go ahead, look in my archives of the almost 500 posts on this blog and you will see that I have never written a product review or endorsement before.

But I can’t keep this one to myself.

The new O-Cedar ProMist (which is their wallet-friendly and environmentally friendly version of a Swiffer Wet Jet) is AWESOME!

I used to have the Swiffer Wet Jet, and it cleans nicely and the smell of the cleaning solution is rather nice.  But, for me, that didn’t excuse the fact that I had to keep buying rather expensive pads AND cleaning solution.  Nevermind the astronomical waste this thing produced, it was expensive to use!  So when we bought this house, this house that has almost all hardwood or stone floors, I got rid of the Swiffer and bought one of those Libman Wonder Mops and was done with it.

I love that Libman Mop.  I’ve had it for two years and it has been put to hard work and washed many many times.  It is almost time for a replacement mop head, but it has served me well.  The thing is, with two small kids always underfoot, it’s not that easy to whip out a mop and bucket and try to make quick work of floor cleaning.  Because of that, my floors sometimes go a while before they are properly cleaned.  And I HATE that.  I get anxious and stressed when my house isn’t clean.

So, on a whim I bought this O-Cedar ProMist thing at Target and noticed that this thing was cheaper than a Swiffer Wet Jet starter kit.  Yeah.  Also, the cleaning pad is reusable and can be washed about 100 times.  The cleaning solution you take care of yourself.  I like Mr. Clean and when I saw that this little tiny tank only needed 2 teaspoons (TEASPOONS!!!) of the cleaning solution and the rest water, I was very happy.  That one little tank and 2 teaspoons of cleaning solution cleaned my family room, dining room, living room, two sets of stairs, a hallway, a small bathroom, and my bedroom floors.  2 teaspoons of cleaning liquid.

I wasn’t being thrifty with the cleaning liquid either.  I really sprayed the bejeezus out of my floors and it still went THAT far.

I had to share this because I was in total shock over how awesome this thing is.  And my floors are totally clean!  I think I paid $18 for this thing and I have to tell you I am sold on it.

The other great thing?  O-Cedar has no idea who I am.  Neither do the Libman Mop people.  I am doing this endorsement and review of my own volition.  I am not being paid to tell you this is a great product, I am telling you because I honestly believe it to be so.

Give it a try!

Ever since I have been 19, (I moved out of my mother’s house to go to college at 18 and sort of never moved back in permanently) I have had the WORST luck with dryers. Not washing machines. I’ve never had a washing machine act up on me (KNOCK ON WOOD!) it’s always been the effing dryers.

Let’s start with the avacado green dryer in the first place Jessie and I lived together. It incinerated our clothes. The thermostat on it was broken and it would heat up to surface-of-the-sun temperatures and literally melted and destroyed a lot of our clothes. Looking back on it, remembering the wilted and destroyed clothes, being burned and blistered by metal buttons and zippers is actually pretty hilarious. We were able to get the thing repaired and back in working order thankfully with the help of Jessie’s parents.

When we took over my mom’s house when she left to move in with her now husband, we discovered that the electrical work in that VERY old house was actually really scary and needed to be fixed. Somewhere in that endeavor, things got out of whack and the dryer stopped working because there wasn’t enough power going to it. Admittedly, this is not the fault of the dryer, but I still had to make a lot of trips to my in-laws and the laundromat to dry my clothes. Thank goodness we did not yet have children.

When we moved to Washington, our first apartment had a laundry closet containing a dryer that did not heat up. A quick call to maintenance and a later visit from a Whirlpool repair man eventually fixed the problem

When we left that small apartment and moved into the townhome in WA, guess what? That’s right, the dryer stopped working about a week after we moved in! This time, it took the maintenance crew and the Whirlpool repair man a bit longer to fix the problem but it did eventually get resolved.

Now to present day here in glorious Reading, PA. We bought this house containing a washer and dryer. While the washer works perfectly and simply had a cracked plastic knob, the timer on the dryer did not work and I had to manually turn off the dryer because it would just keep running. I put up with it being that way until the stupid thing stopped heating. Of course, this had to happen with two adults and two children who each go through more than one wardrobe change during the day. We called around and got estimates to have the thing repaired and were slightly horrified to find that the difference between the lowest and highest bids was quite sizable. If we bought a new dryer, it wasn’t going to be much more money than the highest bid to get the old one repaired. We got a new one.

Now I hold my breath every time I start this new dryer. I know it’s only a matter of time until the stupid thing dies on me too. What is it, do I have some sort of super power that scares dryers and they are so nervous being around me that they stop working?

No. I know what it is. I just figured it out. It’s the same thing that has the search terms to this site all messed up.

Every now and then, I will take my laundry downstairs in my pajamas and strip right then and there and throw the jammies in with the first load. The dryer saw my boobies. And before my children were born, I walked around my homes naked all the time. The dryers all saw my boobies. It was the boobies. That’s my super power.

Oh my God…..

That header says it all.  I used to be in a relationship with actor Bradley Cooper.  Name not familiar?  Ok, here:

Handsome devil, isn’t he?  I always told him that he had a great smile.  I still like to see him smile…and to have a natural looking color that doesn’t look like he is chugging spray-tanner.

We didn’t have a long relationship, only about 3 weeks.  It ended suddenly and amicably and I still smile fondly when thinking of our time together.  He was fun.

You’re waiting for a hook aren’t you?  You’re waiting for me to smile and elbow you in the ribs and tell you that I’m fucking with you, aren’t you?  Well I’m not going to.

I really did have a 3-week long relationship with Bradley Cooper.

Admittedly, he may have been unaware of it.

Okay, okay!  I’ll come clean.

It happened a couple of years ago.  My husband and I were still having our 5-year-long dry spell.  During these dry spells, I fall victim to very vivid sex dreams.  Every now and then an ex will come into my dreams and I’ll wake up very upset but usually it’s a no-face guy or some random actor or musician.  Then, for some completely weird reason, Bradley stepped up to plate.

I was only merely annoyed after the first night.  Even though he has qualities that I usually find attractive in men, I’m just not attracted to him.  At all.  Like, not even copious amounts of alcohol would make me feel attracted to him.  So, after one dream I simply had a “WTF” moment upon waking and forgot about it.

Until the next night.

And the next.

And the next.

And the next.

For 3 weeks straight I dreamed dirty dreams about Bradley Cooper without a break.  Every morning I would wake up more and more annoyed.  After the first week I would have gladly had a sex dream about Yogi Bear, but there was no break.  After the second week I started griping to the husband about it.

“What do you want me to do about it?” He asked me.

“Well, you know, maybe if I were having sexual encounters in my awake life, I would be able to stop dreaming about Bradley Fucking Cooper!”  I replied.

The husband did not take the bait and another week of Bradley Cooper dream sex went on.

That was it, I had had enough.

I got the husband drunk (in those times, it was the easiest way to get him in any sort of mood…and how my jokes about me being a fugly were born) and did as most married couples do without such a to-do.  That night, Bradley didn’t come back.

He hasn’t been back since.

I wish all breakups were so uneventful.

Sorry Bradley, it wasn’t you. It was me.