Laundry is such a drag—but rejoice—soap for intelligent people (who enjoy humor), is here.  Oxydol  has upgraded the entire laundry process a notch or two—it’s the box—it’s hysterical.  Indulge yourself in prose for the fastidious, submit to the squeaky clean wit put forth in “Not Your Typical Instructions”, and for goodness sakes enjoy conquering “your most extreme dirt… not to mention your laundrophobia”.  This is not your grandmothers laundry soap.

Discussing sex is a slippery slope.  If you are offended by the public mention of the word orgasm or disgusted by the thought of actually enjoying sex with yourself (or enhancing it with your partner)—then STOP—read no more.  (Mom—this is just an article—don’t panic.)

It is definitely not the easiest topic to discuss—I was raised in the bible belt for God’s sake—will I go to hell for this?  What I do know is that when my most intimate group of female friends get together we discuss sex—because it is a part of who we are and what we need—or would like—in our lives.  Marriage doesn’t preempt you from this topic—a new toy might even put renewed life back in those nuptials.

As you exit the ferry from Cancun on Isla Mujeres, stay calm, keep your expectations in check, connect with the tranquility of the gulf (at that point you are in the Gulf of Mexico) and head for Lancheros restaurant, the first door north (if they had doors) of the ferry pier. Fantastic ceviche (which earlier that morning was still swimming), awaits you. Sitting at waters edge, actually under a tent, on the fine, almost white sand that covers this island (and never gets hot under your feet) you pause to reflect on all the things that you are not going to do on this vacation—which is the point—RELAX.