Commercial-ism

So, we are those strange people who find commercials funny. We actually watch commercials, partly because we do not have cable or satellite TV, and only get 2 of the 3 major networks which, as you know, show many, many commercials.

 (And PBS, which rocks. We live for PBS. He loves the nature and science shows, the kids love the cartoons, and I love Masterpiece Theater and the Britcoms. Yay, PBS!

 And no commercials until the Quarterly Beg-For-Money-Athon.

 And even then they usually have some awesome special on; recently we watched some video of old groups from the 60's, except it was filmed present-day, and they were all old, but it was still cool- and they were still pretty good! And don't even get me started on the chicken show!!! That's another whole story in itself!)

Oh, right...commercials.

So, the most recent funny commercial worth mentioning is for a mop. A swiffer thing, I think. (Yeah, we love some commercials enough to talk about them, tell other people about them blog about them, and yet we are an advertiser's nightmare, because we can never remember what product is being advertised!!)

This particular commercial stops me in my tracks every time I hear it. The background music is "Baby come back, any kind of fool could see, there was something, in everything about you..". You know it, it's from an old 70's group named 'Player'.

A delivery man comes to the door with flowers.

Says "I have a delivery from a Mr. Mop..."  (cue music)

The housewife is looking at the delivery man, and behind him, peeking out from behind a tree, is a mop.

Oh, c'mon, it's funny!!

And for those of you old enough to remember the good ol' days of SNL...

at the end of this commercial, the doorbell rings again, and another delivery man is at the door.... "candygram..."

Leaves me in stitches every single time. 

There has been knitting, but I have no camera. She's in bed right now, but tomorrow I will get Thing One to model my finished cowl and mitts with photobooth.

This is a major sacrifice for me, you know. Once she finds out she can see herself on my laptop, she'll be singing songs from High School Musical and Camp Rock into it all day.

This is real, this is me, I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be...