I’m about to talk about smells. Not the good kind (we’ll get to that later). The kind that makes you break out the air freshener spray even though you hate the way the air freshener spray smells. You’re just hoping the metallic odor of the air freshener will disguise the even worse smell.
What does it say about air freshener that we spray it as far away from our bodies as possible and then hold our breath as we run out of the room like we have three seconds before the whole bathroom detonates?
Did I say bathroom? Yeah, that’s where the worst smells in our house happen (totally not my doing *ahem*), plus I wouldn’t dream of bringing the air freshener out of the bathroom where it could actually be sprayed near things we eat and sleep in.
I do not trust my air freshener. I do not want to inhale it. I do not want to eat it. I basically use it for EMERGENCY SMELL SITUATIONS. And smell emergencies only exist in my house when we have visitors. Otherwise, I’d rather wait out the natural stench than breathe in the chemical fumes of the supposed “freshener.”
This is why I am so excited Method just launched its new air refreshers. They come in lovely natural scents: french lavender, beach sage, wild poppy, sweet tangerine and fresh clover. The beach sage is my favorite, followed by the sweet tangerine. Mazzy likes the fresh clover. I asked her what she thought it smelled like and she said, “leaves”. EXACTLY.
Since it’s Method, I know all the products are non-toxic and eco-friendly. The new air refreshers are designed with revolutionary pressurized air technology, which means unlike most traditional aerosol sprays (which are powered by petroleum-based propellant mixed in with the product), they are powered by PURE AIR.
How that works exactly, I don’t know, but I don’t really know how my TV turns on either. All I know is that when you spray, you fill your room with one of Method’s vibrant all-natural scents. No CFCs (those are the things that destroy the ozone). No dirty propellants. No need to run out of the room screaming.
Today, Method and I are launching something really exciting. Remember when I created the Healthy Mama ad campaign earlier this year and then asked you all to write your own headlines for a chance to win $750? And you guys wrote way funnier lines than I did to begin with?
I’m doing the same for Method Air Refreshers. I created five mock ads (one for each of their fresh scents) talking about the things that stink in my house.
Here goes…
Now, I’d like to throw it to you guys to come up with even better, more specific, stinkier headlines (I’m assuming things smell bad in your house too), for the chance to win a grand prize $1,000 Target gift card and a year supply of Method Air Refreshers.
Plus, nine secondary winners will get a $50 gift card and the complete line of Method Air Refreshers.
Enticing enough for you?
To enter, just make sure you…
1) Follow both Method and Mommy Shorts on facebook
2) Share this post in some way (like/share on facebook, tweet on twitter, call your mom, etc.)
3) Leave a comment below. (You can enter multiple times, but please only leave one headline per comment.)
The structure should be as follows:
It’s like Mad Libs for horrible household smells! (Feel free to incorporate car and office stench too.) If more than one person enters the same stench, I will select the headline I think is worded the best. If they are worded the same, preference will go to the person who commented first.
You can find the full rules here.
I’ll post some of my favorites next week and then gear up to my ten finalists on September 4th. Then the winner will be selected by vote on September 17th.
If the headlines are funny enough (and I know you guys are funny)— there’s a slight possibility Method could actually use this in their Air Refresher campaign…
Fingers crossed and good luck!
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This post was sponsored by Method, but all thoughts, opinions and ad mock-ups are my own.
Instead of my 6-year-old son’s room smelling like farts and feet and something I can’t quite place and am too scared to search for, I’d like it to smell like French lavender.
Instead of my daughters’ room smelling like their dirty socks, adolescent underwear and filthy towels that they have left in the bottom of the dirty clothes hamper through the hot, humid summer, I’d like it smell like beach sage.
Instead of my kitchen smelling like my husband’s millionth attempt at barbecue fish seasoning, I’d like it to smell like beach sage.
Instead of my kitchen smelling like last nights Pinterest fail, I’d like it to smell like Sweet Tangerine.
Instead of the bathroom smelling like a week’s worth of dirty summer laundry, I’d like it to smell like sweet tangerine.
Instead of my car smelling like month old french fries I’d like it to smell like fresh clover.
Instead of my living room smelling like the full sippy cup of milk my toddler hid under the couch, I’d like it to smell like beach sage.
Instead of the nursery smelling like wild poopy I’d like it to smell like Wild Poppy
Instead of my nursery smelling like the way a public restroom looks, I’d like it to smell like wild poppy.
Instead of my basement smelling like a trapped skunk I’d like it to smell like Wild Poppy.
Instead of my dorm room smelling like Spam and stinky socks, I’d like it to smell like French Lavendar.
Instead of my bedroom smelling like boy, I’d like it to smell like french lavender.
Instead of my car smelling like the mystery sippy cup of spoiled milk, I’d like it to smell like French Lavender.
Instead of my bathroom smelling like a cow pasture I would like it to smell like tangerine!!
Instead of my living room smelling like the full sippy cup of milk my toddler hid under the couch a week ago, I’d like it to smell like beach sage.
Instead of my teenage sons room smelling like rancid Gorgonzola and feet , I’d like it to smell like fresh clover
Instead of my boy’s room smelling like a vivisected TonTon, I would like it to smell like Beach Sage.
Instead of the baby’s room smelling like the not emptied often enough fancy diaper pail, id like it to smell like Wild Poppy…not Wild Poopy.
Instead of my bathroom smelling like my husband just dropped A-bomb, I’d like it to smell like French Lavender!
Instead of my bathroom smelling like too much wine and a night out, id like it to smell like French lavander.
This really happened … we were about to start ripping down sheet rock because we thought something died in the walls. Then we moved the couch and found the sippy cup.
instead of my living room smelling like my roomba flung puppy poop all over, I would like it to smell like wild poppy. (true story 🙁 )
Instead of my couch smelling like a potty training 3yo, I’d like it to smell like Wild Poppy.
Instead of my living room smelling like wet dog I’d like it to smell like beach sage
Instead of not knowing what smells in my fridge, I’d like to think it smells like sweet tangerine.
Instead of my car smelling rank of long lost food I yearn for it to smell like fresh clover.
Instead of my car smelling like corn chips, feet and road rage, I’d like it to smell like Poppy.
Instead of my couch smelling like Pepe le Pew prances around on it, I’d rather it smelled like lavender.
Instead of my nursery smelling like one very angry diaper genie who has granted ZERO wishes, I’d like it to smell like Fresh Lavender.
Instead of my bathroom smelling like target practice for potty training toddlers that always miss, I’d like for it to smell like fresh clover.
Instead of the bathroom smelling like a wild night with stir-fry, i’d like it to smell like wild poppy.
Instead of my car smelling like sweaty soccer cleats mixed with month old spilled ice cream, I’d like it to smell like French Lavender!
instead of my bathroom smelling like a wild poopy, I’d like it to smell like a wild poppy.
Instead of my bedroom smelling like bad decisions and regret, I’d like it to smell like sweet tangerine.
Instead of my living room smelling like dog, I’d like it to smell like Sweet Tangerine.
Instead of smelling like I’d been on the couch, unshowered, for 9 hours watching reality TV, I’d like to smell like French lavender.
Instead of my room smelling like dirty diapers my son hid in my bedside table (for who knows how long), I’d like it to smell like Clovers.
Instead of the kitty litter room smelling like 6 cats who went on an all you can eat tainted fish taco bender, I’d like it to smell like Tangerine.
Instead of the baby’s room smelling like rotten blueberries after breakfast, if like it to smell like sweet tangerine!
instead of my kitchen smelling like I haven’t cleaned it since the dark age, I’d like it to smell like beach sage.
Not in your format, but this came to mind when I saw your IG post: Smells good so you don’t have to.
Instead of my kitchen smelling like my garbage didposal, I’d like it to smell like Sweet Tabgerine.
Instead of my car smelling like old french fries, I’d like it to smell it like french lavender.
Instead of my attic smelling like a dead rotting body, I’d like it to smell like poppy.
Instead of my bathroom smelling like morning sickness, I’d like it to smell like beach sage.
Instead of my home smelling like a diaper left on the beach on the hot sun all day. I would like it to smell like the beautiful smell of beach sage after I change my daughter’s diaper.
Instead of my closet smelling like my husband is involved in the zombie apocalypse, I’d like it to smell like French Lavender.
Instead of my love shack (aka bed) smelling like the Dutch oven remnants of Taco Tuesday, I’d like it to smell like Wild Poppy. **please see Urban Dictionary for Dutch Oven definition**
Instead of my bathroom smelling like old socks that could walk away on their own, I’d like it to smell like beach sage.
Instead of my basement smelling like a litter box that no one has remembered to change since the change of the Millennium, I’d like it to smell like wild poppies.
Instead of my diaper pail smelling like poopy, i’d like it to smell like wild poppy.
Instead of our bathroom reeking of potty training remnants and Daddy’s alluring bathroom stink, I’d rather it smell like Wild Poppy please!
Instead of the air I breath smelling like joyfully tooted 4 year old boy toots I’d like it to smell like wild poppy.
Instead of the dog bed smelling like Rover, i’d rather it smell like clover.
Instead of my bathroom smelling like the walking dead died five more times due to two toddlers pooping everywhere I’d like it to smell like….anything…for gid sakes anything else..i mean French lavender….
Instead of my boy’s room smelling like a vivisected TonTon, I’d like it to smell like Beach Sage.
Instead of the whole house smelling like the steamy diaper of my nearly 2 year old who loves spicy queso I’d like it to smell like sweet tangerine.
Instead of the living room smelling like an old dropped bottle of breastmilk, I’d like it to smell like Fresh Clover.
Instead of my trunk smelling like the $16.00, grass fed, organic, beef that I just had to have but forgot about for three days in the Texas heat, I’d like it to smell like French lavender.
True story.
Wish it was not.
Instead of my car smelling like trash that’s been put in the oven, I’d like it to smell like beach sage.
Not in the format, but worth saying: It doesn’t matter what the smell is once you can’t smell it 🙂
Instead of my bathroom smelling like a swamp, i’d rather it smell like beach sage.
Instead of my guest room smelling like grandma never left, I’d like it to smell like French Lavender.
Instead of my husband’s man cave smelling like an actual cave, i’d rather it smell like sweet tangerine.
Instead of my kitchen smelling like a garlic infused vampire’s nightmare, I would like it to smell like Sweet Tangerine!
Instead of the house smelling like my hound puked up a poopy diaper, I’d like it to smell like wild poppy.
Instead of the nursery smelling like a poo-finger painters dreamland , I’d rather it smell like French lavender.
Instead of my bed smelling like someone had an “accident” i’d rather it smell like wild poppy.
Instead of my kitchen smelling like a garlic infused vampire’s nightmare, I’d like it to smell like Sweet Tangerine!
Instead of my kitchen smelling like left over curry, i’d rather it smelling like sweet tangerine.
Instead of my daughter’s bedroom smelling like poop is smeared on the walls and packed under the carpet only to be found by the next owner, I’d like it to smell like French Lavender.
Instead of my husband’s shoes smelling like the bottom of a fish tank, i’d rather them smell like beach sage
Instead of the litter box area smelling like a huge cow pasture, I’d like it to smell like wild poppy.
Oh boo, this went through twice… sorry!
Instead of my husband’s favorite college sweatshirt smelling like his filthy ex-girlfriends, I’d like it to smell like French Lavender
Instead of the play room smelling like forgotten chocolate milk, i’d rather it smell like clover.
Instead of my laundry smelling like the dogs got a snack out of the litter box, i’d rather it smell like french lavender.
Instead of my whole house smelling like a dead animal after the dogs take a nice roll over the top of one before coming in for dinner, I’d like it to smell like fresh clover.
Instead of the diaper pail smelling like poopy, i’d like it to smell like wild poppy
Instead of my husband’s man cave smelling like an actual cave, i’d like it to smell like sweet tagerine
Instead of my bathroom smelling like a swamp, i’d like it to smell like beach sage
Instead of the hallway outside the bathroom smelling like a (failed) potty training attempt, I’d like it to smell like french lavender.
Instead of my living room smelling like the dog’s mad at us again, I’d like it to smell like Wild Poppy 🙂
Instead of the dog bed smelling like Rover, i’d like it to smell like clover
Instead of my teenager’s bedroom smelling like moldy latte cups, I’d like it to smell like fresh clover.
Instead of the car smelling like 2 straight days of travel with two kids and a dog, I’d like it to smell like french lavender.
Instead of my car smelling like old french fries , i’d like it to smell like french lavendar.
Instead of my house smelling like Boston Terrier farts, I’d like it to smell like fresh clover.
Instead of the laundry room smelling like that wet load we forgot in the washer over the weekend, I’d like it to smell like sweet tangerine.
Instead of the bathroom smelling like grandpa came for a visit, I’d like it to smell like beach sage.
Instead of my daughters’ room smelling like a fart factory, I’d like it to smell like Fresh Clover.
Instead of the coat closet smelling like 100 combined years worth of sweaty feet and old shoes, I’d like it to smell like fresh clover.
Instead of the living room smelling like the spilled & forgotten yogurt in the couch cushions, I’d like it to smell like wild poppy.
Instead of my office smelling like burnt popcorn and shame I’d like it to smell like sweet tangerine.
Instead of my husband’s shoes smelling like the bottom of a lake, i’d like them to smell like beach sage.
Instead of my daughter’s island beater smelling like the 1988 Volvo it is, I’d like it to smell like beach sage.
Instead of the car smelling like a forgotten chocolate milk cup, i’d like it to smell like wild poppy.
Instead of my kids’ room smelling like broccoli hidden from last Friday’s dinner, I’d like it to smell like beach sage.
Instead of the laundry room smelling like the soiled sheets waiting for their turn, I’d like it to smell like beach sage.
Instead of the litter box smelling like, well…, a litter box, I’d like wild poppy.
Instead of the office smelling like burnt popcorn and shame, I’d like it to smell like Wild Poppy.
Instead of my laundry smelling like we are potty training a litter of kittens, i’d like it to smell like sweet tangerine.