Oh geesh … really? A sunscreen that smells like KFC extra crispy chicken? Now hmmmm…. Let me see who might find this appealing …?
Our buddy boB was on top of it like gravy on fries.
Officials said some 3,000 tubes of fried chicken-scented sunscreen were snapped up in two hours. Yep you read that right: sun-protection lotion, SPF 30, was scented to smell like fried chicken. Buyers included both Trump’s nemisis our pal boB and Trump his orange, greasy self.
Now boB took his pumpkin spice everything this Halloween one step further. His costume…Donald in all his glory. boB’s face is now officially “Donald Trump-orange” thanks to Crispy chicken sunscreen …while his hair remains the flyaway version of corn silk gone retro…
However, boB may have missed the point the REAL Donald is trying to make this election season. Since subtlety is not boB’s forte, long or short suit, as we all well know.
In some venues it’s suggested that this may just be the Trump camp’s strategy to “get the black vote” out. After all what’s not to like? Tacos for the Mexicans and fried chicken aroma for the black vote. Sounds like the deplorables have hit pay dirt in a manner of speaking. Right?
Now as well as being able to see him coming a virtual mile away one will be able to ‘smell’ him and his deplorables… in any crowd…boB on the other hand found the smell a bit of a problem and was last seen running madly through town followed by a menagerie of dogs, cats, werewolves, Anna and Elsa’s, bears, ghosts and goblins, the odd witch and rats galore.
It is ? Halloweenie ? don’tcha know?
BEFORE . ..
Every year it is something new in our garden. This year it was the incredible, heat and drought conditions from early spring to almost fall… Spring was lovely. My husband worked hard getting our gardens open. Then the rain stopped. The heat continued for days, weeks. At one point my husband said he was thinking of getting a third rain barrel. I asked what he was going to put in it.
The only thing that prospered and actually ‘grew’ in our garden this summer was my fairy tale shed. Out of the ashes and burnt earth dust arose this magnificent little crooked shed nestled in the shaded area at the back of our garden under the large billowing summer blooms of the purple Smoke tree and its puffy, cloud-like “smoky” overhang…
After a long, hot, sweaty summer of building, no nails used on this baby, all dowels and glue my husband’s vision of my shed began to emerge. Cedar smells lovely and weathers well too. No paint required. The cedar shingles were a feat on the steep pitch of this crocked little roof, but they look great. Two “owl windows” on the north wall just add to its charm.
I have had friends ask to move in but until we get a long enough extension cord there is no electricity and the garden hose just barely reaches so alas it will stay a beautiful, unique garden ornament, sheltering our many pots, hangers, gazing balls and faux animal decorations from the winter freezes and thaws.
Wonder what we’ll ‘grow’ next year?
Plans for this project will soon be available for purchase online. Stay tuned. (We have to pay for it somehow – just kidding…lol)