We have another amazing piece of folk art that David decided was too wonderful to leave rotting in some junk shop. It’s hideous, it’s poorly made, it makes little sense, and I have to look at it day after day.

You can see how much I appreciate the artwork someone’s grandma made for their housewarming party in ‘83. Note the meticulously steak-knife cut driftwood plaque, the one coat of white (probably lead) paint, the beautiful marker lettering, and the down-syndrome plagued, overweight cherub with the shrubbery-cut afro. What’s not to love about this certainly priceless find?

I am willing to actually bribe someone to take this off our hands (don’t tell David though). Despite David’s certainty that this, unlike leisurely beach-going, skateboard frog, will easily be snatched up by an appreciative relic-hunter.

Please, someone, prove him right and get this crap outta my sight.