This post will probably offend some of you. And…you may never come back here. I hate that I’m taking the risk and I just want to apologize in advance and say I hope you’ll be back. But I feel like I can’t be quiet about this subject anymore. It bothers me too much.
Why? Why? Why?
I don’t get it. Someone please explain this to me.
I love you people. I really do. I love America and I love my fellow man and I love driving on the highways of America *with* my fellow man, but I hate (HATE!) seeing this on the back of your mini van/car/winnebago.
Look. I’m happy for you. I’m happy that you are a family made up of a mom and dad and two girls and baby boy and a dog and a cat that wears glasses. But I don’t need to know this. What business of mine is it anyway? I care. I really do. Sorta. But only to the extent that I’m glad you’re not dead. Past that? I don’t care.
Now if you’re reading this and currently host these family stickers on the back of your vehicle:
A. Again, I’m sorry I’m not trying to pick on you personally. I’m sure you’re made of awesome.
B. Put down your laptop and GO REMOVE THESE STICKERS IMMEDIATELY
Seriously. I only say this because I love you. But I hate staring at the back of your car and learning your family tree while I’m behind you in carpool line.
It’s like you’re bragging. And no one likes a bragger.
PS. If you still like me you should totally visit my Happy Hour page for my brisket taco recipe. If you hate me now you should visit too. You will love me all over again. I promise.