Truculent Thursday

I know it should be Truculent Tuesday so the alliteration actually works but it's Thursday so...not a whole lot I can do there. The title was just meant to be a warning to any actually nice person that might stumble across this post anyway.

A few days ago I swore off looking at cards that have been posted online because of that whole hoppin' down the bunny trail to Hell thing I've got going on here. But...when I was wasting all of my blogging time on Pinterest yesterday, a pin led me to one of my favorite galleries to browse when the mill in my head is low on grist. Not the rumor one but the other one. The mill that turns out mean judgemental things to say about other people's hard work. Yes. You're right. That is the best kind of mill. Of course, being me, I wasn't going to resist just a little peek at a few things once I was there. That's when I came across a card that I'd seen a few weeks ago and was reminded of how terrible it was. I can't get it out of my head. Now, this wasn't one of those every color of the rainbow assembled in the dark kind of numbers that usually has me recoiling in horror. The execution of it was actually okay. It was the very carefully stamped and colored sentiment that made me wonder. It was a Valentine card. On the left side there was a toaster with a cute little bow on it saying, "I want you inside me". On the right side there was a piece of bread wearing a jaunty bow tie with the words, "that's hot" above it. Oh Ick. As Shelley said when I sent her the link to check it out, "Gross. What, is she handing those out around the neighborhood?". I'm pretty sure I'd call the police if my kid came home from school with one. I would assume it was made by the same person that you won't take camping because you can just tell they'll try to touch your pee-pee once you get out there. Seriously.  What kind of clueless person was so proud of this card that they put it in a gallery with a picture of themselves(with their family no less!) below it? Of course I'm sure it's just me being a perv and a jerk. As per usual. Maybe I'm the only person that saw that card and thought, "Huh. I never knew you could get stamp sets in a porn shop." instead of "how cute...silly toaster". And don't even get me started on the actual designer of said stamps. I'm wondering if they also have a special set for that odd neighbor that doesn't come out in the daylight and drives a windowless white van or for when you need to make a really nice card for one of your fellow sister wives asking if you can share her monkey love night with your husband. Just this once.