I know ‘tis the season and all. But it’s beginning to look a lot like we have an issue. And the issue is scary. Scary wrapped up. We’re only four days into the holiday gifting season and the scariness is already raising its scary bowtrimmed head. That’s right. I’m talking about Christmas gifts. And Christmas gifts should be sacred, not scary. Sacred!
And by sacred, I don’t mean this…
Oh and it gets worse.
Please visit Cochinillo Del Fuego to see the entire collection.
(It’s a must see. And don’t miss his hilarious commentary discussing both the theology and sports authenticity of the Good Shepherd statuettes.)
This is the kind of stuff the Padrino was talking about.
Please. Just. Say. No.
Tell you what. If you feel an undeniable urge to buy questionable crap, go ahead and get it out of your system. Buy it. And then send it to my fun friend Jenny. Because she will love it and squeeze it and call it George. (And maybe to Cindy too. Since she won Jenny’s weird contest and obviously appreciates all that is scary.)
On that note, Lady M mentioned that bad holiday gifts always make her think of the reindeer jumper that Mark Darcy received in Bridget Jones. A good point. But then I got distracted by the perfection that is Colin Firth and forgot what we were talking about.
And yes, that is a link to the Colin Firth motivational cards. So speaking of Christmas…
(Okay, yes, those technically fall solidly under rule number seven. But then, technically speaking, they’re not framed. And maybe it doesn’t count if you’re just being ironic… Then, technically, that’s okay. Or something.)