I walk out of the library and see:
DeLorean Gone Wrong
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 Legos with my children and there is only ONE CONSTRUCTION WORKER for THREE TRUCKS.
Even my son's lego box is letting people go.
So I tried to hire people for his lego set.
The saddest part isn't Fred's lack of a FACE. Oh wait, yes it is.
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?
Because if this is serious, they clearly failed remedial ecology.
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.)
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