AM is a lady of steely resolve and iron character.
She does, however, have a weakness (this of course excludes her insatiable obsession with Disney movies, DisneyWorld, and all other things Disney). That weakness is holiday/seasonal marketing. To say that she is susceptible to marketing and advertising is like saying that Kurt Cobain was prone to suicidal tendencies. I suppose I always knew this because every time we go to the grocery store she almost invariably rushes excitedly to the seasonal candy section, unconsciously gravitating to whatever candy is being peddled for the next holiday.
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| My wife, worshiping at the altar of the Marketing gods |
"I'm a sucker," she just readily admitted, sitting next to me while she cross-stitches her Halloween-themed pattern and I type out this blog.
I guess I never realized the extent to which she is susceptible until last week when she started asking if we could go to Wendy's and get the Caramel Apple Frosty Parfait. I thought it was a random strange craving, but in the end, I really only have myself to blame for her demand: I have been obsessively watching college football on ESPN3 (not as good as "The Ocho", but still pretty awesome) and they play the same three commercials over and over...one of which is -- you guessed it -- for the Caramel Apple Frosty Parfait. We went last week but they were out of the vanilla ice cream so they couldn't make it. She was VERY disappointed. At long last, we finally got her one tonight.
The assessment: "The apples were crap, but the rest was good."
