You know those stupid white stick figure stickers that families put on the back windshield of their cars? The ones that show each member of the family doing what they love: skiing, basketball, ballet, taxidermy? Well, as you can tell, i think they're equivalent to the pet rock- someone is making a ton of dough from a pretty lame idea.
Two days ago, i pulled up behind a big black SUV with those stickers. Except this one had a space between the mom, the kids and the pets. It became clear, especially after i noted a few traces of the white sticker in the space, that a dad/husband used to be there, and was unceremoniously removed.
It was funny, but was surprised that it didn't sadden me, especially as i slouch toward that anti-anniversary.
