I just saw a commercial that said “It’s me time… Time for Jello!”
Am I alone in thinking that “me time” is about manicures, massages, retail therapy, a nap, a good book, the adult beverage of my choice, and the like? Try though they might, I don’t think that the pudding peeps will ever get me to think, “I need some me time. Ohhhh… jello!! That’ll do the trick!”
I mean, bravo on the ad buy that put said commercial smack dab between an exotic vacay pitch and an ad about some drug for the stressed out type a mom, but, um, really?
Gelatin is not now, nor will it ever be, my escapist moment. I reserve that for good friends, good conversation, and, when possible, good margaritas. Not. J.E.L.L.O.
Ahh. Now I feel better.
Sorry for the rant.
Pudding cup, anyone?