Ok, it’s not Wednesday, but this was supposed to be published on Wednesday, so it still counts.
I saw several cars this week that made me think “WTF?”
This one wins the prize. Granted, we all support our troops and our military should take great pride in serving their country. However, pride can go a step beyond and become cuckcoo. Case in point:
Click on the photo if you want to see this in all its glory. He’s got decals, flags and all kinds of goodies in the back window.
I love my car, but my car is a THING, not a person. Please quit giving your car eyelashes, and in this case, a NOSE.
This one really stumped me. I’m not a big fan of personalized license plates, and this one is another example of why. Is he really confused for Greg so often that this was necessary?
And finally, this one is just for fun. It’s rated R, so make the kids leave the room. Someone posted this on Facebook and it had me laughing so hard that Dan came in the room to ask what was going on. 😉
Posting a few photos that made me laugh this week. Because we all need a good laugh today, right?
My name is Rhonda, and I still drink Icees. If you do too, then you will totally get why this is so funny.
Several months ago, Dan put Anabella and Scarlett in karate lessons. They love it … it makes them feel like little badasses … plus it teaches them discipline in addition to being great exercise.
Recently the opportunity came along to get their photos taken in their Gi (pronounced Gee). It was early in the afternoon, and it cost $90, so I figured we would just blow it off, but Dan decided he wanted to take them. When I got home and saw that they both had uncombed hair, I should have known this photo shoot went terribly wrong.
But it wasn’t until I got home and saw the following photos (which we paid NINETY DOLLARS for), that I realized just how “wrong” wrong can be.
That’s right. Those are my sweet little girls. Holding sharp objects and clearly battling dragons in Middle Earth. Or perhaps it is Armageddon? The big smiles are surprising considering they are standing in hot lava.
When I asked Dan about the background, he swore up and down that the girls chose it.
But this photo is what really sent me over the edge. We didn’t order this one. The photographer gave it to us.
Considering the other photos, he probably assumed we needed some religion in our lives.
WTF is up with all this stuff, Justice?
Don’t get me wrong. I love bacon. But if we glorify fatty food by turning it into jewelry and lipstick, can we really be surprised that our kids have a weight problem?