I have a lot of free time on my hands and not much to keep me occupied. After I wrote my last post I also went to the Dairy Queen website and filled out their customer comments form outlining my concerns about the commercial about me. The letter went like this:

I was a little bit upset to see that Dairy Queen has apparently made a commercial about me without asking for my permission. The one I'm talking about is the one for the Mother's Day cakes that features a woman named Nicole who is about to go into labour on Mother's Day. Well, I'm about to go into labour too and it could very well be on Mother's Day, who knows? Seeing this commercial and thinking about having to wait another five days to give birth when I'm already four days overdue made me cry for a long long time and my husband had to change the channel because the commercial played so many times and each time I got more upset. If you could at least change the name on the cake to something else, that would help because then it wouldn't seem like it's about me so much. Having to wait so long to have a baby gives you enough things to cry about without having Dairy Queen steal your identity for a commercial. Thank you.

So then DQ phoned me at home yesterday, and when they couldn't talk to me in person because I was out, called back again today. They wanted to make sure I knew that the ad wasn't actually about me, and was in fact made several years ago and they play it every year around Mother's Day, but they still apologized that it upset me so much and wanted to make sure everything was okay with me.

They went to a lot of trouble to find me, since I never gave them my phone number, only the city I lived in. The lady I talked to, Jean, was very nice and told me how emotional my letter was and how all the ladies in the office were upset by it because they're all moms too. Anyway, I felt a bit bad about that so I told her that I understood now that the commercial wasn't really about me and I'm just a bit hormonal. So she asked me to email her when the baby comes so they know everything went well. No offer for a free cake though, damn.

My mom says I'm a brat. She's right.