The Girly had to create a map of our beautiful, heavily taxed state for school recently. They even got all fancy and used a legend. Thank goodness for that, because without the aid of the legend, I was sure there had been some kind of mishap with her map:
Direct your eyes to the right of the map and tell me I’m not alone in thinking the mountain ranges look like a big ol’ streak of dung (you may have to click on it and enlarge it for full effect, even though the camera doesn’t seem to capture the true dung essence). The accompanying blob on the legend isn’t terribly comforting either. Surely there are some green trees we can showcase in them there mountains.
The most disturbing part of all is that a sizeable section of dung mountain disengaged somewhere between school and home. Most likely, some poor bus driver was summoned by a horrified young passenger to examine a brown mass on the floor under or *gasp* on her seat.
That part made me chuckle inwardly just a little.
Maybe a lot.
Because I’m 12.