I'm on a bit of a Fioricet buzz as a write this. Something tells me that I shouldn't blog when I'm on pain medication, but I've decided to live dangerously.
     A certain thoughtful brother-in-law gave me a fabulous set of old commercials as a Christmas gift. Yeah, I know it's only the 21st...oh wait...the 22nd, but the postal service pretty much destroyed the packaging, which gave me an excuse to pull an Uncle Melvin and decide I should go ahead and open it (yes, I know only about three of my closest family members will understand what that means, but I'm making the reference anyway.) So anyway, I retreated to bed and watched disc two of the set, and now I've developed a need for the weirdest thing. For reasons I can't explain, I must have a vintage Flintstones vitamin bottle.
    The fact that I just wrote "for reasons I can't explain" leads me to believe that maybe I should have gone with my gut and not tried to blog about this, but I just have to get this out. For those of us who have spent most of our lives in the plastic container/child-proof top era, it's easy to forget that once upon a time, everything came in glass bottles. I remember that a little because I remember being so relieved when certain products started being sold in plastic so I didn't have to be so anxious when I handled them. But, for the most part, it's been all plastic all the time. As for Flintstones Vitamins, I can never recall a time when they were in glass. I can only picture them in those white plastic cylinders. Tonight, however, my eyes were opened. I saw the commercial where Fred and Barney were peddling their wares to the children of the early 70's, and I saw the most adorable little glass bottles I ever could have imagined. They made the vitamins look so inviting. I can't explain it, but something told me I had to have it. For curiosity's sake, I checked eBay. If you can believe it, there wasn't a single vintage bottle of vitamins. I didn't expect any that were full of vitamins, but surely there are more people like my grandma who keep every glass bottle they run across. The fact that my eBay search came up empty almost seemed to cement my need for this bottle. Now it's not just a desire, it's a mission.
     Only time will tell if my fascination with this bottle continues, or if I wake up in the morning with a pop-culture addict's version of a "what was I thinking" hangover. For now, though, I must settle for pictures. Maybe one day, Fred and Barney. Maybe one day...