As Seen on TV

I'm a sucker for infomercials. It's one of my guilty pleasures. Logically I know that most of the products aren't worth the price of shipping, but that doesn't stop me from watching in fascination as "Terri" and "Tod" excitedly plan a dinner party using nothing but the Fasta Pasta system. That fascination often rolls over to real life and I find myself searching the "As Seen on TV" stores and aisles for the products that will "revolutionize" the way I cook, clean, store, chop, play, eat.

Sometimes I bring these items home and my logical side aligns with my emotional side and I realize I've been suckered. The Ab Slide didn't give me a six-pack, even after weeks of dedicated use. The Turbo Cooker did as promised, but I realized that it was just as easy to cook the old-fashioned way, plus I didn't have to worry about making sure I added enough liquid.

Every now and again, my perseverance has been rewarded - the George Foreman Grill, Space Bags, the Magic Bullet - all three items that I still use on a regular basis and highly recommend to all my friends.

A new product now joins the Hallowed Halls of Hell-Ya-Buy-It.

The Ped Egg.

After a summer of sandals, of running barefoot, of Crocs, of pool time, my feet were horrible, rough, cracked caricatures of themselves. No more. After ten minutes with the Ped Egg (followed by a nice lotion), my feet are baby smooth. No muss (courtesy of the handy dandy foot-dust catcher -eww), no fuss (it fit in the palm of my hand). I've used it several times - after all, I'm still wearing sandals, still walking barefoot, still swimming in the pool - and haven't found a flaw. I'm sure one exists. Nothing's perfect. Except, at the moment, my feet.