Yes, the 12-year-old boy in me thinks this is funny:
Sadly, the polar bear I had admired from afar is no longer available.
However, I've found a new love: a concrete, flesh-colored, hand-shaped chair.
Is that awesome, or what???
The ONLY reason I didn't buy one today is that it would not fit in my car. Keep in mind, though, John owns a truck. That chair will be mine.
Now, I realize a lot of the stuff there is tacky, but something deep within me really likes it.
Not this, though:
Instead of Native Americans being offended by sports teams with names such as the Chiefs, Braves, and Redskins, I think their time and effort would be better spent putting a stop to things like that.
Here is the sponsor for tonight's nightmare (shivers):
He didn't scare Sarah. She's a dental hygienist and always looking for new patients.
Here she is with King Kong.
She stayed in this position for quite awhile after I took the picture,
but I'm not really sure what that was about.
I'd really like to meet the person who would buy this one:
The always funny nose-picking troll:
Finally! Something with class and sophistication:
I guess two living/breathing pugs aren't enough for some folks:
There were so many awesomely tacky items that it is a little overwhelming. I couldn't even begin to photograph them all, but if you visit their website, you can see a broader selection of what's available. There's also a gift shop with lots of stuff you'll never need or want, but it's interesting to stroll through. Plus, it is air conditioned. Their prices are excellent. I ended up with a reasonable facsimile of the Bird Girl of Savannah for $26 and two planters for $22 each.
After we loaded up the car, Sarah bought me lunch at Logan's Steakhouse. What better way to spend a Sunday than tacky lawn ornaments, acting goofy with my sister and a good meal?