I hate lying awake, knowing I need sleep, hoping that I will drift off to that dream where I am standing on a pyramid in sun goddess robes with a thousand well-oiled naked men screaming my name while throwing little pickles at me.   I hate knowing that with every hour that passes my morning make-up routine will be extended as I struggle to cover the deep circles under my eyes.  I hate resisting the urge to smack my snoring husband as he snoozes blissfully unaware of my non-somnolent state.  For all these reasons, and many more, I love Tylenol PM.     

I love the color, happy little blue pills that promise sweet dreams in every smooth capsule.  I love that half a dose of these allegedly non-habit forming treats guarantee a nights full of Johnny Depp, Sanjay Gupta, that guy from the freecreditreport.com commercials and all my other undercover lovers.   I love that in the morning I able to get out of bed without feeling like I need an intervention.  And I love that I am not faced with whether or not to watch the 2am edited version of Van Wilder.

Rating:  3 Carats.   A word to the wise: start off with half the recommended dose, unless you don’t have any pressing commitments before noon.

The Product Princesses do not now or have ever (even in high school) been peddler’s of narcotics.  Use at your own discretion.