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 house smelling like 3 boys and a dog, I would like it to smell like french lavendar
Instead of car smelling like a gallon of sour milk rotting and exploding in the trunk of the car (yes, that happened), I would like it to smell like fresh clover
Instead of my laundry room smelling like the bathing suits I forgot to take out of the beach bag, I want it to smell like French Lavender.
Instead of my apartment hallway smelling like the latest neighbors dinner experiment, I want it to smell like Wild Poppy.
Instead of my baby’s room smelling like the poo art masterpiece all over the wall, I want it to smell like Fresh Clover.
Instead of my car smelling like a six-footed stinky-socks-monster, I’d like it to smell like Sweet Tangerine.
Instead of my living room smelling like my kid took a poop in the corner 10 minutes before the in laws are coming over, I’d like it to smell like beach sage.
Instead of my car smelling like 3 days of fast food on our summer road trip, I’d like it to smell like fresh clover.
Instead of my living room smelling like my dog’s crop dusting, I’d rather it smelled like Method’s Beach Sage
Instead of my laundry room smelling like the “sheet-er-box,” I’d like it to smell like fresh linen ☺️
Instead of my house smelling like the non existent cleaning lady’s on vacation, I’d like it to smell like fresh clover.
Instead of my coach purse always smelling like my sons bib with spit breast milk all over, I’d love it to smell like sweet tangerine!
Instead of my coat closet smelling like road kill from the socks my daughter left in there three days ago after volleyball practice, I’d like it to smell like Wild Poppy.
There was a “tooting contest” in the living room. Sweet tangerine would be better.
Not in the proper format, but it is unfortunately true.
Instead of my living room smelling like my dog’s swamp ass, I would like it to smell like wild poppy.
Instead of my kid’s room smelling like the dishes he swore he didn’t leave in there, I’d like it to smell like beach sage.
Instead of my kitchen smelling like sour puke because my husband waited two days to place his butternut squash soup lunch container in the sink, I’d like it to smell like sweet tangerine.
Instead of my laundry room smelling like my newborns pee soaked cloth diapers, I’d like it to smell like fresh clover.
Instead of my bathroom smelling like the only porta potty at the end of a marathon where refried beans were served at the start line, I would like it to smell like beach sage.
Instead of my kids’ bathroom smelling like Wild Poopy, I would like it to smell like Wild Poppy.
Instead of my classroom smelling like 20 undeoderized grown men after a street hockey game in July, is like it to smell like wild poppy!
Instead of my kitchen smelling like forgotten spilled milk (that has now curdled), id like it to smell like sweet tangerine.
Instead of my basement smelling like teenage boys after playing basketball, I’d like it to smell like fresh lavender.
Instead of my bathroom smelling like my husband after a super bowl party, I’d like it to smell like wild clover.
Instead of my office smelling like my boss’ halitosis, I’d like it to smell like beach sage.
Instead of my Living room smelling like a frat house on Saturday morning, I’d like it to smell like sweet tangerine.
Instead of my car smelling like a week old sweaty gym sock, if like it to smell like sweet tangerine.
Instead of my laundry room smelling like baseball cleats in July, I’d like it to smell like beach sage.
Instead of my kitchen smelling like burnt fish from last week, id like it to smell like sweet tangerine!
Instead of the nursery smelling like a grown man took a dump in the Diaper Genie, I’d like it to smell like Beach Sage.
Instead of my bathroom smelling like a burning landfill, I would like it to smell like wild poppy.
Instead of my bathroom smelling like last night’s leftovers doused in gasoline, I would like it to smell like fresh lavender.
(I clearly have an issue with bathroom smells and seem to liken it to fire)
Instead of my bathroom smelling like last night’s leftovers doused in gasoline, I would like it to smell like fresh lavender.
(Didn’t follow the rules: sorry)
Instead of my diaper pail smelling like wild poopy I would like it to smell like wild poppy.
Instead of my bathroom smelling like my husband ate an all-you-can-eat burrito bar and then tried to cover it up with cheap cologne, I would like it to smell like beach sage.
Instead of my bathroom smelling like a poop-scented match was lit, I would like it to smell like French lavender.
Instead of my kitchen smelling like an epic failure of a Pinterest recipe, I’d like it to smell like wild poppy.
Instead of my bathroom smelling like my father-in-law missed the bowl, I would like it to smell like beach sage.
Instead of my bathroom smelling like we’re working on potty training AND dealing with an outbreak of dysentery, I would like it to smell like sweet tangerine.
Instead of my bathroom smelling like we don’t believe in hygiene and my kitchen smelling like we don’t know how to work our garbage disposal, I would like them to smell like Beach Sage.
Instead of my whole house smelling like the toilet that my 4 year old “just forgot to flush” before we left home for the day, I would like it to smell like sweet tangerine.
Instead of my kitchen smelling like the spoiled milk I put in the cabinet instead of the fridge, I’d like it to smell like Sweet Tangerine
Instead of my nursery smelling like wild poopy, I’d like it to smell like wild poppy
Instead of my laundry room smelling like armpits and toe jam, I’d like it to smell like fresh clover
Instead of my kitchen smelling like the casserole I burned beyond recognition, I’d like it to smell like beach sage
Instead of my kitchen smelling like rotten tangerines, I’d like it to smell like sweet tangerine.
Instead of my closet smelling like the previous owners’ dirty laundry, I’d like it to smell like french lavender.
Not trying to win, but just thought I’d share…I live with three guys (my husband and two boys) and my husband’s favorite thing I say about the way our house smells is “like rotting sausage”. So, if the Method air purifiers can get rid of that smell, sign me up!
Instead of my office smelling like my co-worker’s reheated fish (AGAIN), I would like it to smell like Sweet Tangerine.
Lol. Good one!
Instead of my basement smelling like a skunk snuck in and hid under the couch (true story,) I’d like it to smell like french lavender.
Instead of my bedroom smelling like my husband having farting contests with himself, I want it to smell like French Lavender.
Instead of our bedroom smelling like the Taco Bell bathroom, I’d like it to smell like Beach Sage.
Instead of my son’s room smelling like the potty training process has gone wrong . . . horribly, oh so tragically wrong . . . I’d prefer it smell like fresh clover.
Instead of my whole house smelling like my child hid a poopy diaper somewhere, I’d prefer it to smell like French Lavender.
Instead of my car smelling like curry forgotten in the car on Saturday morning, I’d like it to smell like wild poppy.
Instead of my house smelling like the man cave stench has permeated every room, I’d like it to smell like French lavender.
Instead of my living room smelling like rancid milk from a sippy cup stored under the couch, I’d like it to smell like sweet tangerine.
Instead of my kitchen smelling like the spinach I swore I’d eat three weeks ago, I’d like it to smell like fresh clover.
Instead of my house smelling like the decaying rat lovingly presented by my cat, I’d like it to smell like wild poppy.
Instead of my pantry smelling like a perpetually just-opened bag of barbeque chips, I’d like it to smell like sweet tangerine.
Instead of my daughter’s bedroom smelling like teen angst and melodrama, I’d like it to smell like sweet tangerine.
Instead of my car smelling like the feet of a thousand soccer players, I’d like it to smell like fresh clover.
Instead of my bathroom smelling like a wild night of burritos and bean dip, I’d like it to smell like wild poppy.
Instead of a bat bag that smells of feet, cleats and dead meat, I’d like it to smell of sweet tangerines.
Instead of my laundry room smelling like I forgot to move the towels to the dryer AGAIN, I’d like it to smell like beach sage.
Instead of my son’s room smelling like ghost poop from a diaper changed 10 minutes ago, I’d like it to smell like fresh clover.
Instead of my diaper backpack smelling like oh-my-god-why-would-you-leave-this-in-there?!, I’d like it to smell like beach sage.
Instead of my living room smelling like it should be featured on Hoarders, I’d like it to smell like fresh clover.
Instead of my bathroom smelling like perfumed mother-in-law farts, I’d like it to smell like fresh clover.
Instead of my basement smelling like “whoops I thought YOU cleaned the litter box”, I’d like it to smell like sweet tangerine.
Instead of my playroom smelling like the cat forgot where the litter box is again, I’d like it to smell like beach sage.
Instead of my husband’s car smelling like sun-baked food particles of indeterminate origin, I’d like it to smell like french lavender.
Instead of the bathroom at work smelling like someone must have run out of sick days, I’d like it to smell like wild poppy.
Instead of my kitchen smelling like a compost heap, I’d like it to smell like fresh clover.
Yes, that’s fine!
Nature that smells WAY better than nature.
A zippy scent that eliminates any remnants of last night’s zippy indulgences.
You should be smelling the sea. Not the fish.
No one wants to know what really happens here and no one needs to know about it either.
Tangermildew? Ummm… No.
Spa day might include a cleanse.
Diaper pails might as well.
We’ve got tuna! Yes we do! We’ve got tuna! How ’bout you?
Funnky smells.
Not funky smells.
There is a Method to solving your method.
Nature is natural.
So is Method.
It doesn’t need to smell like nature put it there.
Natural stinks.
Except when it doesn’t.
Instead of our nursery smelling like ammonia soaked cloth diapers and a gallon of dried spit up from my 11 month old, I’d like it to smell like wild poppy.
Instead of our nursery smelling like I’m trying to cover the smell of a stinky diaper pail, spit up and spilled breast milk with some cheap, store brand ‘apples & cinnamon’ air freshener, I’d like it to smell like sweet tangerine.
(true story. that’s exactly how I’m trying to mask those smells in our nursery.)
Instead of my house smelling like does-my-daughter-need-to -start-wearing-deodorant-at-age-three, I’d like it to smell like fresh clover.
Instead of the bathroom smelling like wild poopy, I’d like it to smell like wild poppy.
Instead of my kitchen smelling like two farts got in a fight, I’d like it to smell like sweet tangerine
Instead of my bathroom smelling like spicy kimchi vomit, I’d like it to smell like beach sage.
It’s a 4th grade classroom I’m referring to!
Instead of my nursery smelling like turdffiti, I’d like it to smell like french lavender.
Instead of my bathroom smelling like a waste treatment plant, I’d like it to smell like wild poppy.
Instead of my bathroom smelling like the devil spawn spewed sulfur on the walls, I’d like it to smell like sweet tangerine.
Instead of the library smelling like a bunch of teenage boys who have yet to discover deodorant, I’d like it to smell like fresh clover.
Instead of the nursery smelling like the creative juices of twins who just figured out how to remove their diapers and “paint” eachother, I’d like it to smell like fresh clover.
Instead of our hot, uninsulated garage reeking of the rancid ground beef we accidentally left on top of the washing machine while camping for Labor Day weekend, I’d like it to smell like beach sage.
Instead of my kitchen smelling like rotten tangy tomatoes, I’d like it to smell like Sweet Tangerine.