Signs, signs, everywhere are signs
Aaron sometimes makes fun of the signs I have around the house. He says we live in a "fortune cookie" house. That would only be true if I had a sign that said: "Man who fart in church, sit in own pew" and I don't. However, what I do have is this particular sign:
I knew I liked this sign, because there are days I read it as a reminder. However, I think it was just a premonition to what the sign should REALLY say:
(please pardon my crappy Photoshop work; surely you understand that there isn't enough leisure time for me to make it better than that at the moment)
I think the sign is rather fitting. Anyone else want one?
Comments
ME!!! I totally want one! Of course, DH is the one complaining, I just pretend that if I don't see it, it doesn't exist.
Posted by: mommymel | February 22, 2007 07:45 PM
My kids have so much c.r.a.p. that .... wait, why did I just put initials in that, are your relatives going to think it's some kind of acronym? ..... anyway, there are so many toys, that at any given point in time, we have 50% of them downstairs.
The wife rotates about 25% on a weekly basis. To keep any sense of order, she spends 15m every night putting back the pirate ships, dinosuars and innumerable trucks back into the cabinets. If you don't know how everything fits together.
It's worse than one of those 1000 peice puzzles that is just all one color.
Posted by: Khyle | February 28, 2007 10:30 AM