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Baby Love here! I am very, VERY excited about this next product. I love finding products that the majority of us have no idea about and then discovering that not only they are affordable, but also are versatile and absolutely AWESOME! Please let me introduce to you Chubby Cherubs Milk and Honey Bun Drops! A little piece of heaven from New Hampshire!

For nine months, when my husband was in Iraq, I'd sleep with one of his shirts (what do you want from me, I was 23!). One night, before going to bed, I realized that his shirt was losing his "smell". I went to the bathroom, sprayed some of his cologne on it and crawled back into bed. Big mistake... My head started pounding, my mouth was watering, and my stomach was turning.  I ended up vomiting because of the smell.  I have a nose like a hound dog. Sometimes when Mike gets into bed after taking a shower, the smell of his deodorant makes me puke. It's strange, I know, but I'm incredibly sensitive to smell. When I say that something smells fantastic, you MUST believe me.  If I say it smells OK, then you know it's nothing great, and if I say it smells BAD, you can conclude that it made me vomit.

So, the first thing I love about CCMHBD (this is my new code for Chubby Cherubs Milk and Honey Bun Drops) is that they smell FANTASTIC (refer to key!) Strangely enough, they smell like milk and honey, with a dash of baby power. The scent is so soft and clean that I plan on encouraging the owner to make a perfume or a candle. The drops come in an adorable latched container that can be a nice looking decorative piece in your bathroom. The best part about these drops is that EVERYONE will use them and LOVE them. Each container has two baggies filled with about 40 gum sized drops.

Jeanasina here! Ladies! It's Tuesday night and I am going to have a very exciting evening because, I have here, in my hand, Davies Gate BUCKWHEAT buffing soap for Feet!

So..the reality is, that Meg sends me, in a special envelope new fabulous products.! When I look in the envelope, it's usually THE WORDS on the packages like,“stimulating” “tantalizing” “dreamy” firming” “uplifting, even... “tight” that make me reach for those products in particular! So just know, that in peering into my special package of delightful products, not EVER, would the first thing I pick up, be a product that has the word BUCKWHEAT in capital letters on the side!

None-the-less...here I am, about to have one on one time with the Davies Gate BUCKWHEAT buffing soap for feet. My feet are all but jumping up and down on their own in anticipation of getting some attention in the next few minutes. My feet never get any attention – sometimes I will put lotion all over my entire body but I skip my feet! How mean is that? The feet have to feel like crap about life. Anyway...tonight it's about my feet! BUCKWHEAT and my feet are about to become intimate companions.

Meg here! I am known for many things-laughing when uncomfortable, laughing when happy and generally laughing whenever any slang word referring to a vagina is used. In fact, when I was younger I used to tell my friends if I ever had a daughter I would name her "Vageena." I would wait for them to ask me how that was spelled and spell "V-a-g-i-n-a." Just so I could see the perplexed look on their faces.

I know I'm very mature. So mature in fact that when we were sent the "Peeka-bu Intimate Grooming Mirror" to test both Eleni and MissRo looked at each other and said "Let Meg use it so she can write about it, God knows it will be the thrill of her week!" So Sad. So true. I couldn't wait!

Meg here! I would like to say in my defense that I am 100% not a flake. If I tell you I'll pick you up-I'll pick you up. I get to every appointment 10 minutes EARLY. I keep my word. I am really good about it. I made a mistake this weekend and here is my post...

I forgot my razor. We were at The Madonna Inn (please do not sleep there-that's another post.) Anyhow, I unpacked my razor, it was pink and had a bunch of different blades you could snap into the main "razor body." I took it out of my large make-up travel bag and I, of course, used it everyday at The Madonna Inn. I mean we went to a POOL everyday in my BATHING SUIT so yes, I was using my razor. I guess when I was emptying the shower and checking under the bed to pack up and leave I forgot to add my razor. No worries. They're really not pricey.

I know my new roommate, she is very nice and sweet and gracious. The thing is I'm not around all that much. We haven't had any late night herpes talk (I'm clean) or if I may carry hepatitis (clean again) or, you know, that little H.I.V. thing (yup-all clear Houston). I had to go out to a dinner and only had clean a sleeveless and leg showing dress. I had my razor trapped in a bright pink suite in the central coast. I searched my bag and panicked as I looked at the clock. SHIT.

I asked my roommate if she would let me use a razor in exchange for a makeup product. She looked at me like I was an insane person and just said "I don't need a make-up product-here's my razor. I put a new blade in. Just use a different blade. No worries."

That was so cool of her. Thank-you Cindy.

Gigi here! What’s worse than “Turkey Neck?”  “Shar Pei” dog hands!  Women will often travel to the moon to have their faces lifted and address wrinkled necks, but your hands tell your age--quickly.  I examined mine in the unforgiving, harsh light of day and learned that I am 1,000 years old!  However, I think I still look fairly good, depending on what treatments I use to disguise my age.
 
Here my pale, rough, thin skin and age have caused me to be mistaken for these sagging Chinese pets.  It is difficult to discern my hands from the crevices.  I receive lots of attention when I am out and am seen by others, who politely pat me on the head and say, “How cute!” and then head for the hills as quickly as possible because they are repulsed.  (Okay, so I exaggerate a tad, but not by much. You get the point.)
 
Lady Macbeth could have changed literature forever as she continually washed her hands and said, “Out, damned spot!”  What was she missing?  What could have removed her spot, alleviated her guilt, and calmed her?  What could have ceased her untimely suicide and the filth she could not hide from herself?  Yes to Carrots Pampering Spa and Nail Manicure.  Feel for her—the ingredients in this were available in her time, but Carrots hadn’t combined them until this century!