Crazy Frog Lady
Since I appear to be destined to become a crazy old frog lady, I’ve decided to embrace it:
The big one to the right of the stick-person-me is Timbit and the small one to the right of Timbit is Tyrion. The other two are Raspberry and Copernicus the Third. I can never tell those two apart, either in real or decal form.
(And before you ask, yes, I am being facetious by having this on my car. I had some sort of a conversation on Facebook ((Which I can’t for the life of me find, as I went to try to find it to remind myself what the actual conversation was but I have no idea where that convo went!)) where these car decals were mentioned and I joked about how I hadn’t seen one with a women and four frogs and my friend Michelle said, “I know someone who makes those things!” and then pretty quickly I had an image of this one in my email inbox and I just couldn’t resist!).
Love it!! I need to know the name of that person!
I had wondered why all the car decals were of normal nuclear families, why weren’t there any for a human with 19 cats. Then the frogs got involved!
Right! Good thing you are around – I was starting to think I’d hallucinated the whole conversation!
Brilliant!
A few months ago, Mr E Man and I were driving out to Kamloops and got stuck in traffic around Surrey behind a car sporting decals of a guy with a power drill, a woman with a lab coat and flasks, and two cats. It was spooky – like following ourselves!
I do find it creepy when people have their kids’ names and ages on the back of the car, though. Pedo-magnet.
Forget pedo-magnet: that’s just WAAAAAAY too much upkeep! And also braggy. And stupid. And can we kill them?