pyromania and drunk driving

a few days ago, my parents went to asheville and were worried that they'd left the coffee maker on, so they asked me to go over and check it.  i could not resist the opportunity for more santa pranking.

we were having a party that night, so i left our van over there to add a parking space and walked home.  the next day i came to get the van and saw this peeking through the window.

guess what he'd been doing? 

no wonder that police car was hanging out at the end of our road!

i haven't been able to come up with a good retaliation idea all this week. suggestions?

It's the most creepy-ful time of the year!

i had to go over to my parents' house to get something while they were at work, so i left this for them. and of course the creepiest santa in their bed.  i'm a bit scared of what vengeance will fall upon us.

for a larger photo of this creepy guy, go here.

vexing

my family vexes me with things like this.



one of these will go bad before they are both consumed.

shower products

  

why do they all look like spooge?

granted, it has been quite some time since i've had a chance to look at the genuine article in real life, and i'm not so sure i actually did look at it then, so you be the judge.

shampoo:

 

conditioner:

face wash:

body wash:

rediscovered

i found this while searching for another photo.

friday morning

a week ago we moved into a new house, which is the main reason of many that i haven't been posting lately.  but i realized all of this happened in the mostly dark, so i could be lazy and not make actual illustrations.

so this is what happened to me just after i got up friday morning.

at this point the other kids started swarming me and staring down at me with concern.  which of course made me laugh even more.  i could not stop laughing at what an idiot i am, but i was also really afraid to try to get up by myself because my knee was really hurting.

she did finally come help me up, and i am pretty much totally okay, so you don't have to worry.  except maybe for my sanity.  

valentine tyrant

i hate valentine's day.  i always have.  i think it is mean to single people and men who are expected to make it somehow perfect.  i'm so glad i don't have to celebrate it.

but the world has found another way to torture me with valentine's day:  kid cards.  the kids hate doing them.  i hate forcing them.  i've tried making it fun and crafty, but they only want to do two before they get bored.  we've bought the character cards, but just writing the names on them seems like an insurmountable chore to them.  

this year, we've had loads of snow days, so we started more than a month early.  fortunately, i know most of the kids' names.  but instead the kids want to waste their valentine energy making ten cards for mommy.  what we will end up with is 30 fancy handmade cards for mommy, ten fancy handmade cards for teachers and random classmates and 50 cards with half-assed barely legible writing on store bought cards.

i'm still not sure we won't be having some kind of valentine screaming match the night before.  it seems like so much trouble for something that's supposed to be fun.