I hate inflatables. Call me scrooge, call me snooty, call me stupid, call me whatever you want I hate them. Since their inception, I have made it clear, I DO NOT want one of these in my yard. Well, upon returning home from shopping Saturday, this creepy, armless, legless Santa was in my yard (well technically the porch).
I all I can say is that I consider this a breach of trust AND this thing is giving me nightmares!
2 comments:
Looks like that thing ate too much at Thanksgiving!
Wasn't me!! But I will admit to having Frosty, Tigger AND Winnie the Pooh ALL inflated in my front yard.
You've always known that JB comes by that 'Griswold' leaning honestly, haven't you?????
Ho! Ho! Ho!!!!!!
The Other Momma
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