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Only in America

I read something the other day that literally made me snort.

It was a list of people’s thoughts on visiting the United States for the first time…. and what they found unusual.

Here are a few.

I dare you not to laugh.

Because really…

Sometimes you need more from 7/11 than a raspberry Slurpee.

Well, we do like to super size things.

Including our hips, thighs and waistlines.

That’s so true you don’t have to laugh.

Also true.

And before your uber patriotic fingers start typing hate mail… we’re a family of veterans, I love my country. But you have to admit, we are very in your face about it.

Ha!

They have a point there.

Flowers, flags and foolishness.

 

Flowers –

For a pure burst of summer color?

 

 

You can’t beat peonies.

 

 

They’re bright, lush and smell heavenly.

 

 

Flags –

Or as my husband calls them…

 

 

Guest towels from the spare bathroom you nail into a long piece of wood when your wife isn’t looking.

Foolishness –

 

 

The gift a friend gives you because she knows you’re allergic to horsefly bites.

 

 

With a name like the Bug Bite Thing, you don’t expect it to work.

 

 

And no surprise, it didn’t. A horsefly bit me, I suctioned my arm as directed and still swelled up like a politician at a pay by the plate fundraising dinner.

More foolishness –

 

 

Contains 40% urea.

WTF!

Don’t know what urea is?

Google it, I’ll wait.

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Right?

Who in the world wants to rub urine on their feet.

And on the off chance I ever do? I’ll save myself some money and ask the neighbor’s dog to pee on me. Lord knows he’s been trying to for years.