Ashley and I were out shopping today, and we stopped in at Kirklands. Is that place paradise for a moderately upscale hoarder, or what? Jesus.
I noticed a framed wall plaque for sale that bore an interesting message. It looked something like this:
My first reaction was to wonder what this means for the actual children of this woman. Sure, the grandkids are nice and all, but really — what of the spawn of her very loins? Are they chopped liver? Perhaps Grandma and her kids are estranged? Maybe they do not get along. This sign is just dripping with implied family angst.
But you know what they say about implying (that it makes an ass of you and me), so fuck it. I decided to just come right out with it and design a companion plaque to the Grandma one I saw at Kirklands.