This day started out well. I made some banana muffins. When I discovered yet another dirty bowl that was just put back into the cabinet, I didn’t get angry, I just decided the girls will be getting dishwashing lessons. And cooking lessons. And all sorts of lessons they will need before I inflict them upon the rest of the world as adults released into the general population.
I even put together a schedule of classes and put them on a calendar with times and locations. In case you’re wondering, I WILL produce course materials and they WILL keep them in a three-ring binder for future reference.
But then, I started getting confusing, stressful phone calls. So I got all fretful and nervous. In turmoil, I turned to internet for all of the delicious, delicious distractions it offers me, from online games to sub-tweeting insults at people to one of my all-time favorites, looking at disturbing cultural items from America’s past.
Initially, I started searching because my sister has been leaving these things on my Facebook wall. I soon became transfixed, forgetting all about my mother’s frantic call about why I thought the lady from Perma-Seal left a message on her answering machine (there were more calls, but I’ve forgotten them, because the world of crazy Valentines trumped the real life crazy.)
I don’t like the ones that are TRYING to be weird, like this: