It's OK to use Jiffy Mix, Honey
I've had this post planned for days, mixing it around in my head, laying it all out. All about why it's OK for all you insanely-crazy-busy-multi-tasking-wonder-women to pick up a box or two of 62 cent boxes of Jiffy Mix, an egg and 1/3 cup of water or milk, and why it will make your life a puffy, dreamy, carefree place. But after catching up on some blogs this morning I'm feeling a bit out of place. It seems I'm just not up to speed with all of you and your controversial, political, deep thoughts on the economy, John & Kate, Michael Jackson and Farrah, Library funding and I'm afraid you're going to think I'm just an air brained housewife with no views on anything important. The truth is, I run screaming from controversy. I high tail it out of any conversation leading to anything political or spiritual. Yes, things are hard right now, for the majority of us. It's sad Michael and Farrah died. I'm not sure what I feel about Obama. I think John and Kate are going to suck at being single parents. I'll be sad if our Library closes. But I'm going to continue to write about things non political/controversial/spiritual things in my life like How I Survived My 4th Cesarean Section or that It's OK to use Jiffy Mix. If that's OK with you. My point here is, on your next trip to Kroger, Giant Eagle, Wal-Mart, Publix, Target buy a couple of boxes. Easy quick muffin breakfast for your wild hungry kids, easy pizza dough - OH and the main reason, if you waste your time making a perfect pie crust out of real butter & flour for your Apple Pie contest at the County Fair, chances are, someone will beat you out and win First Place because they used a JIFFY MIX. Uh-huh, yep that happened to me last year. My mother can be such a pain in the a** sometimes.
The kind people at Jiffy Mix did not compensate me for writing this.