My mother has a kitchen gizmo for everything. Opening jars, coring apples, making glass very very shiny. You name it she has it. And almost all of them came from the Betterware man who puts the betterware book through her door every month.
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Absolutely hilarious!
Posted by: Rachel | Sunday, 12 July 2009 at 15:04
Oh god...haha. I remember betterware, I don't think they come round by me anymore!
Posted by: winnie | Sunday, 12 July 2009 at 18:04
lololol! i love reading crappy catalogues like that. haha my mum's a sucker for them too
Posted by: tanya | Monday, 13 July 2009 at 03:40
Hahahahaha! I'd like to practice my kegel exercises WHILE I'm pulling up my boots!
Posted by: Sister Wolf | Monday, 13 July 2009 at 03:55
LOL! Brilliant post!
Posted by: Stephanie | Monday, 13 July 2009 at 04:39
hahaha! I near spat out my tea. My mum LOVES betterware crap!
I especially love the portable ladies toilets they have, which is effectively a teapot with a 'cupping' spout!
Posted by: Jen | Monday, 13 July 2009 at 11:44
omg that's funny. handy dandy!
Posted by: SwanDiamondRose | Monday, 13 July 2009 at 22:54