(This is a product review.)

No, not because I haven’t shaved my legs in over a week.

Not because I bought a Scrubbing Bubbles Automatic Shower Cleaner so that I don’t have to clean my shower.

Not because there is still popcorn from our Six Flags trip that we went on almost a month ago floating around in my van waiting to be vacuumed.

Because I received a box of new Fruity Cheerios to review a couple months ago and I NEVER DID IT. Oh, don’t get me wrong. I ate the damn cereal. And it was good too. I just didn’t tell y’all about it.

So, here is me telling you about: It was good. Go buy some. Seriously. It has 25% less sugar than leading fruit cereals and, as they say, its part of a complete breakfast! My kids like to switch around what cereal they get on a weekly basis, but when they ask for Fruit Loops, I’ve started buying Fruity Cheerios instead. Less sugar = Less hyper kids = more happy mommy.

Anyway, the reason I bring this up is to let you all know about the contest Fruity Cheerios is having. People sent in pictures of them and their kids having fun with the cereal (If I had told you about this when I got the cereal to review you could have entered the contest. Sorry guys!) and now they have picked ten finalists. All the finalists win a case of the cereal, but the winner gets $500. Go vote!

When I met Cleatus I was 15 years old. We were both working at a restaurant and he had a long time girlfriend. They eventually broke up and Cleatus and I immediately got together. His home life wasn’t very good and he was constantly being kicked out of his house for little things and eventually he moved in with my me and my parents. Obviously they weren’t thrilled to have their 17 year old daughter’s boyfriend living with them, but they knew that we were in love and that he was a really good kid who needed somewhere to go.

And then he took his shoes off.

Cleatus’s feet were awful. They stunk and if you got near them you would probably die. I mean DIE. They were BAD, people.

Cleatus and I eventually got an apartment together and then he broke his foot. He had to wear a cast for a few months and didn’t wear shoes and eventually his feet weren’t little toxic death bombs.

Nowadays Cleatus’s feet smell just as pretty as mine. Like a flower. A rainbow colored flower. Dipped in sprinkles.

But, he does occasionally get a case of athletes foot and while that doesn’t cause his feet to stink (PRAISE THE LORD!), it is uncomfortable for him and doesn’t look all that sexy. He uses those sprays to keep it in line. When it starts getting bad he sprays his toes down and he’s good to go.

AND THEN…

We were sent some Lamisil Gel to try out. Cleatus loves it. It works in half the time as the sprays and it works GOOD. Cleatus has been using it every day for the last week and his athletes foot is completely gone.

Lamisil Gel retails for around fifteen dollars, which is a bit pricier than the spray. In my (and Cleatus’s) opinion? Totally worth it.

My only complaint? Digger isn’t anywhere on the package. I love Digger.