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Tonight I’ll be attending the 2013 commencement ceremony for the seniors of DeLaSalle High School. One of those seniors is my nephew, Fojo. In honor of him and his undying passion for fishing I’m featuring my Fish Head Bottle Cap Magnet, available at my Etsy shop. Congratulations, Fojo. Here’s wishing you a fabulous summer of fishing!

Fish Head Bottle Cap Magnet at Auntie B’s Wax. Click the pic to shoot to the listing and buy one for yourself or someone who loves fish.

And in honor of the mom who encouraged and cheered Fojo on throughout his high school years I present this most surreal video. Enjoy, Charlotte, and everyone else who loves the bizarre things in life.

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You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are grey
You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you
Please don’t take my sunshine away
                                                                                               Oliver Hood, 1933

Sunny-bottle cap magnet at Auntie B’s Wax.  Click the image to see the Etsy listing or to purchase.

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Every Sunday her husband took her to his parents house. So clean and tidy with
everything in place the abode was lifeless, like a scene in a furniture store
showroom. She sat in her chair with her knees together and ankles crossed,
listening to her husband’s family struggle to find inane topics to create
conversation.  His mother, a chronic passive-aggressive, would find ways to
secretly state an opinion (typically discouraged, opinions were), which was
usually uneducated and distasteful.

Every Sunday for many years her husband took her to his parents house and expected her to act like a lady out of respect of his mother’s watchful eye which was quick to find faults to criticize.

Every Sunday she held her tongue, and learned to be demurely subversive.

Demurely Subversive at Auntie B’s Wax

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She sat in the plush velvet chair accompanied only by flickering candle light, the ticking of the mantel clock and her imagination.  She read a story written a hundred years ago of unsettled ghosts and the humans they tormented.  The candles cast menacing shadows against the walls which would catch her eye between the lines of the story.  Tick tick tick tick tick said the clock like a metronome.  She could no longer separate herself from the terror of the words she read.  What was that?  Did she hear the cat stalking in the next room or was a spirit nearby to pay her a gruesome visit?  She was so paralyzed with fear she couldn’t bring herself to find out.  Ah, the thrill of a horror story.

Horror Story bottle cap magnet at Auntie B’s Wax

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