Tomorrow is my final final. The finale. It is the most dreaded one of all, Algebra. I am so overcome with nerves that I am afraid to study. (Hence the blogging). Yesterday I hung out with my best girlfriend who was home from college for Christmas and it was awesome. I bought a pair of extremely brigh DC shoes from the men's section of journies and I think my street cred. went up at least 25%. I am cool. But this post is really about one thing and one thing only. And that is inflatable lawn ornaments. A redneck's answer to prayers. "All I gotta do is plop it in my yard and plug it in? Sweet!" Awful. As I went to pick up Heather from her house yesterday I realized that there was an uninflated inflatable ornament in her yard. I mentioned it but she quickly silenced me after breifly explaining that her mom had bought it at a garage sale and that it was a touchy subject with her. BAHAHAHAHAHA! Here is a replica of the one her mom bought...and the rest are ones I saw on the way home from her house.
This is the creepiest one. It seems wrong when I look at it so I laugh, then I feel wrong for laughing. If only it included an inflatable confessional next to it.