I’ve always thought of myself as a J & J Band-Aid kind of girl.

When I was little and discovered the band-aid, I felt like I wasn’t just a little kid at the mercy of every scrape, bump or skinned knee that the Fates threw at me ( ha! go ahead I’ll just slap a band-aid on take THAT ya brazen wenches!)

Now there was a way for me to fight back, to tough it out and on top of it, those band-aids were like little badges of honor.

So if I drove a race car, or flew a plane and I wanted to slap advertisements all over it, I’d go with the brand that I really do associate my life with-

band-aids.

Because they have confidence in every little plastic strip.