Many months ago, when I was still in that “sassy pregnant mama” stage and not yet in the “I feel like there is a bowling ball in my lady parts” soon to be followed by “I love my newborn but I wish he didn’t want to party together every day from 3 am to 7 am and I forgot that babies need to be fed and changed every 4 minutes” – I went to Brooklyn to participate in a very cool campaign for Happy Family, an organic food company.
Totally my kind of company with yummy products containing no high fructose corn syrup, no trans fats, no chemicals, no pesticides, no artificial ingredients, and no artificial preservatives.
Happy Family asked me to share some funny food stories about my family and then insanely talented improv performers acted them out.
I shared many stories, including one about my daughter Dylan who never wanted to order off the $5 children’s menu at restaurants but instead always requested the $18 moules-frites. Pricey kid to have around.
One of the best things about participating in this campaign was that they did my hair and make up, leaving me wondering once again why I don’t have a makeup, hair and personal stylist entourage following me wherever I go. I mean if Ryan Lochte can have a Lochterage, surely I deserve something comparable.
Although I did ask them to make me look “model thin” and they really did not succeed…
I’ll post the short video on Monday and you’ll see these very funny impov folks acting out moments from my life. And let me just take a brief moment to apologize to my husband right now for mentioning his deep passion for 6 week old coffee. It may have come up.
But at least they didn’t use the part where I also may have expressed my belief that my husband’s love of chicken is about the same as his love for me.
This is a sponsored post. All opinions are mine (especially the part about my husband possibly being romantically linked to poultry).