This week, both Prada and Crazy put those “stick people figures” on their SUV’s and I have to admit…I’m making fun of them.
But maybe I’m bitter.
Maybe it’s not that I think it’s lame to have a stick people family stuck to the back of your fancy new car!
Truth be told, a few years back, Bones and I stood in front of the various stickers and tried to form our family from the hockey playing, ballerina twirling, cleat wearing figurines.
In our hands was the mom sticker, a tall girl with a ponytail, a hockey boy, a volleyball girl and a fat dog when all of a sudden I turned to Bones and said “it looks like a lesbian couple with two kids and a pig!”
Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
But seriously, what would I have done if I’d already had the stickers on the mini van BEFORE my marriage had ended? Put an X through the man? Ripped its head off? Left a space with an arrow and the words “this spot now available?”
Lucky for me…I was making the decision post divorce and for that matter…post van as you probably remember the death of my mini van.
Nope…three stick girls, a stick boy and a stick dog in my opinion, would look ridiculous on the back of our family sedan leaving me to believe that maybe, just maybe, the stick people are for the husband-wife-boy-girl-cat-dog families.
Of which I’m not part of.
So…rather than admit that I’m jealous of Crazy and Prada’s stick husbands…I’ll do things my way and continue to make fun of their little stick people families!
But for the record, before there’s a half-crazed stick woman and a dozen stick cats on the back of my car…I gotta find myself a stick man.