Where we found such wonders as the box
of remotes.
And the box of license plates!
Will the wonders never cease.
Wow, Garfield has really let himself
go.
We are chained to our young in the
afterlife as penance for our sins!
This is not the most racist
thing I've ever seen.
Who doesn't want an orange ceramic dog
with a poop mustache?
The other weird thing, and this almost
borders on a phenomenon, is that each store had one of these:
Or sometimes more then one.
It got so bad that I stopped taking
pictures of them at this point. Is there some sort of metal mermaid
factory that I am not aware of that supplies these things to the
Middleofnowheresville? Was there a wholesale mermaid emporium that
closed down in the town that the local antique malls stripped of
these wares? These are the questions that keep me up at night
people.
And speaking of things that are in
every store- meet the white ceramic Christmas tree or as I like to
call it, buyers remorse.
You know, who looked at a Christmas
Tree and said, you know what this needs? This needs to be ceramic. We
need to remove the joy and fun of durability and decorating and focus
on making this look like a cookie jar with glass on it.
And they were everywhere.
Needless to say I didn't really buy
anything. But I would like to think the experience made me stronger.
As in I have a greater tolerance for horrible knick knacks and overly
cutesy country decor.
Don't you want me in your house?
Watching you all the time? Yes?
Be glad that I have braved the waters
of insanity for you, gentle readers.
Be glad.
*I would have posted this sooner but my shitty satellite internet decided I didn't deserve to upload pictures.
