November 28, 2011 by rebelwithalabelmaker
We did nothing this weekend. No-thing. Well, we played with lego and listened to Harry Potter and the Pretty Much Everything Up to Book Five At Which Point It Becomes WAAAAYYYY Too Creepy For You, Young Man.
What a feeling of luxury. The time off, not the creepiness. What if somebody was selling this? How much would I pay for a weekend of doing nothing but lazing about with the kids? More than dinner and a movie? Less than a nice outfit?
What if somebody were selling a weekend doing nothing? What would they put in the commercial? Happy kids sitting in piles of lego? Laying by the fire with your spouse? A long soak in the tub? What an easy commercial that would be to write. It's the cozy motherhood of the Campbell's Soup commercial cross bred with the Romance of the Diamond commercials and soothing overtones of an ad for Luxury Bath Products. All it one tidy package. And free.
Real life needs better advertisers.
You've worked hard, you deserve it… commercials whisper, without adding the second half of the sentence "…and you'll be working even harder from here on in to pay it off…".
"If it were that good," my dad used to say ALL THE TIME when I was a kid, "they wouldn't be spending so much money convincing you that you need it."
And that's how we ended up doing more spending and less living. Nobody is selling the good stuff. Except me. Real life: book today. Coming soon to a calendar near you.