I snapped this photo while sitting in traffic the other morning.
So there I am...la-la-la...minding my own business, enjoying the weather, tickled pink that it was Friday...la-la-la...when I notice something odd about the "I feel compelled to tell you how many children and dogs I have" sticker on the vehicle ahead of me.
So I crept closer.
"Oh, Lord, not only are the cats and dogs represented on the backglass, but the dang bird is there, too."
"Oh, shit. Is that a dead grandparent? Like, In Loving Memory of Papaw?"
"Oh, sweet dead angel baby."
Yup. Angel baby. Dead baby. Stuck. On the window of the car. Along with the five children still of this world.
I would ask you all to explain this to me, but I really don't want to know.