As Seen On TV paradise

I’m starting this post in anticipation of one of my favorite days — the opening of the Los Angeles County Fair.  Last year I dragged the GAP with me when she was five months pregnant.  The heat rose to 103°, and obviously in her condition, put her in a really good mood.  Especially when we took the grandkids on one of those enclosed-in-tin fun houses with a concentration of air similar to a sauna.  Actually, it was on the way out when we couldn’t find our car for forty-five minutes, wandering from row to row, that she swore she’d never go to the fair again.

But for me, promises of squeegees that don’t streak, blenders that warm soup and freeze ice cream as they puree, shower doors that don’t leave water marks, creams that makes your skin look twenty again, and pans where food doesn’t stick dance in my head as I prepare for my adventure.

On the way out the door, my husband says with a smile, “The kids really hate it when we go to the fair.”

“They think we’re spending their inheritance,” I said, an admission that I might get a wee bit carried away with my spending on gadgets.

Well, we’re home.  Opening Day offered sweltering heat, and the temperature inside the large hangars was not much better.  Gridlock would best describe the aisles in the shopping barns.

We watched demos in awe, knowing we’d never be able to produce the same effects. We snacked on lots of deep fried decadence.  I do have my limits; I did not eat the chocolate covered bacon.  Those sales people are really persuasive.  I bought some body scrub made from the contents of the Dead Sea.  How that could be a selling point I’d never know, but they somehow suckered me in.

We paused at the foot massage booth and soothed our tired puppies.  We didn’t buy.  Ha, ha.  That was last year’s purchase.

I am now the proud new owner of the Smart Living Steam Mop (with three extra pads) and It Really Works! Bring It On!, tough water spot remover.  No buyer’s remorse so far.  I’ll hold out for the giant ladder until next year.  The American flag almost did my willpower in.

Check back for my hits and misses later.

Update: Sept. 5, 2010

Tried the It Really Works! Bring It On!  Apparently my shower glass is more of a workout then It was designed for.

Cleaned my glass kitchen table with FW1 for race cars.  Don’t ask for the connection.  A+.  So I tried it on the stubborn water spots on the shower walls.  It worked.  It probably causes cancer, but if you gotta go, it might as well be with unspotted showers.

I tried the Dead Sea scrub on my legs.  It reminds me of Mr. Sticky.  Slippery when wet, sticky when dry.

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