If you grew up in the 70's and 80's, as Didge and I did, you might remember Clairol's Small Miracle conditioner. I hadn't thought about this product since then. So imagine my surprise when I woke up this morning and remembered dreaming about Didgeridoo Boy making an appearance in one of the ads.
The suit, the purple, everything. He was flying around in my dream, though, smiling knowingly at the camera while shaking his hair around to show it off after relishing every split second of the process of taking off his helmet. Yes, he was holding a bottle of something; no, he was not drinking it. It was this stuff, and my husband was the space-borne model hawking it's miraculous properties.
The subconscious is truly amazing. I'm an admitted pop culture junkie, but where my mind got the thought to head to this reference (no pun intended) and apply it to Didge is beyond my reach at the moment.
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