I walk out of the library and see:
It’s like walking into a Back To The Future remake where Doc is poor.
It’s like the recession version.
And when I came back, POOF! It was gone.
Into future. Or the past. So if you suddenly start to disappear, you’ll know that your son is dating your wife.
And then, I am playing LEGO with my children and there is only ONE CONSTRUCTION WORKER for THREE TRUCKS.
So I tried to hire people for his LEGO set.
Even my 16-month-old didn’t fall for Fred. Instead, I negotiated World War Three. And I lost. Which may or may not mean I was stuck with Fred. Sad face. Or no face.
And then I stumbled upon this set of post it notes. Are they ironic? Or just killing more trees for the sake of sockin’ it to the greenies?
So I ask: What the heck is going on? Are you having a bizarre week too?
(My last bizarre week of pictures is here. And they are glorious.)