Let's start things off with some childish fun!

It all started off innocently enough. Isabel received some adorable window decals as part of an Easter gift from a family friend. The set includes this:


Once Isabel forgot about the decals (the shapes all got stored away in a container on her craft desk, but the letters were left out for some reason), things went downhill fast. Dave started things off strong.



I called and raised.


This was less successful than we'd hoped. As a matter of fact, not only has it not deterred people from coming to our door, but there has been an influx of Jehovah's Witnesses and Snake-oil salesmen...I mean, Conservative canvassers.


These guys are like a combination of therapy dogs and electroshock therapy. Everything's all cuddles and purring when you behave appropriately, but at the first sign of deviant behaviour, the "therapists" tear your arms off. Now, THIS is a deterrent.


I imagine a shriveled and angry chain-smoking Peep sitting next to a large green glass ashtray from 1972. Dave pictures an ashtray made of wailing peeps having cigarettes put out on their backs. Neither is all that festive.


Everyone loves a party sheep!


Such good advice for so many!


This gem was Dave's. We feel sorry for Paty. Not only does she have a "pee rash", but she also has parents who can't spell. And this one inspired the one that had me snorting hours later....


This poor fellow was the butt of so much silliness.
Cleatus: "WOOO-EEE! What's that gall-darned smell? Somebody gone dun fertilized thar garden?"
Bobby-Jean: "Heck no! That's just Peety Rash Pa. He ain't dun smelled right for years."
I could go on, but you get the picture.