I just saw this post over at SaraDru about those stick figures that people have on the back of their cars. You know the ones...three little girls, small medium, large, then a baby boy, complete with bunting, mom, dad...and occasionally the dog, cat, hedgehog, what have you.
I freaking hate those things. HATE them. And her post jogged my memory.
Secret Squirrel: What the hell is that on the back of the car?
JSQ: Someone has about 15 kids??!
We stare in disbelief.
Secret Squirrel: There's a figure floating in the middle.
JSQ: Oooookay people!
Secret Squirrel: Maybe it's Jesus!
We ponder this.
JSQ: It could be Jesus. I don't see a halo, though.
JSQ: Maybe they're a bigamist!
Secret Squirrel: I think it's Jesus. Seriously, it's floating in the middle of the back window above everyone's head. Wearing a robe.
JSQ: Are we really having this conversation?
JSQ: If you speed up, I can totally read the lettering.
JSQ: It's not Jesus. It says "Grandma".
Secret Squirrel: I don't believe this.
JSQ: Grandma is wearing a caftan.
Secret Squirrel: Why is Grandma floating in the air?
JSQ: There's not much room for her on the ground...that gang of stick figures takes up the whole bottom of the window.
JSQ: Maybe she's a hip grandma...she's crowd surfing.
Secret Squirrel: Hmmmm....or, Grandma could be dead.
JSQ: Dude, I hope not, because I think Grandma is driving that car.