Things That Make You Ask, Why??
Things that just make you ask why? Pictures courtesy of my phone.
Why do they let people who obviously cannot read, be in charge of applying the door stickers at Target? Because I CAN read, and now I’m just confused.
Why do they let people who obviously can’t write, write romance cards? Everyone knows that “shiv” is a noun and the verb would have been “shank.” Duh. (And why would anyone buy this? Seems more appropriate in Detroit then in suburbia over here….) I can pretty much guarantee you though, if I have a boyfriend come Valentines day, this is probably the card I will get. Because my dates always go so well.
Why not have a man chair? Who cares if your wife doesn’t want your ugly chair in the middle of her living room? Buy it in cameo and she will never even know its there! Problem solved. Your’re welcome.
Why did no one tell me the Duggar’s were in town? (With their two red headed step children off to the right hand side)
Why do people touch my hair? I have fairly curly hair, that people seem to read as an invitation to touch, probably because it curls in these huge fake looking curls. So, in order to avoid that, I put enough product in it, that if there was ever a sudden and complete failure of gravity, I would assuredly still be weighted to the earth. And then, I flat iron it dry until it’s straight. Every single morning. Because strangers feel the need to touch my hair. A lot. In line at the checkout once, I felt some woman pull one of my curls while making some comment about Shirley Temple. Another time, at the gas station, some dude walked up and ran his entire hand through it. Who does that! WHO ON EARTH DOES THAT!? And lets not (unfortunately) forget about Sparkles. So because of this trend of complete and utter lack of personal space that other people force on me, I fry my hair flat every morning just to avoid it. Fun times. But today, I ran out of straightening gel and so three people touched my hair. As I drove home, totally skeeved out in my car, I decided to take a picture of it when I got home and write this blog.
|The Mommy on a RARE day when it curled nicely versus appearing as if it were styled by electrocution|
|The Girl Child|
|Ok, not going to lie, I was a bit tempted.|
Why is this called an infant sled? I fit just fine!
Why not paint your house in color’s that make it look as if the entire thing was built from Lego’s? Who cares if the entire neighborhood wants to kill you.
Why do I hang out with people like this?
Why are some people still employed?
Why? Just why. Seriously. WHY??
Photo Credit No Running:http://www.flickr.com/photos/id-iom/