Unicorns vs. Sharks

The Target $1 bin never fails to amuse me. I know Birdie is grateful I shop there.

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Tragic Unicorn is her look.

A herd of unicorns stampeding through my kitchen was just what the end to an exhausting day called for.

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You can almost hear their tiny hooves.

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However every story needs a little drama so I threw a shark into the herd.

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Cue the music from Jaws as he scans the depths for treats!

duunnn dunnn… duuuunnnn duun…

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duuunnnnnnnn dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dunnnnnnnnnnn dunnnn

No! Birdie, look out there’s a shark!!!!

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Shark: “Nope. I’m not messing with her. Movin’ on!”

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Damn Unicorns

True story.

Unicorns are such dicks.

“Oh, my horn’s so shiny.”

“Look at my glossy mane.”

“I poop rainbows.”

***Thanks, random thrift store find. This was just what I needed. I swear Sunday actually induces depression and self-loathing. FYI: I took the frame apart-you’re welcome, Goodwill- and discovered that “unicorn” was taped over “no one.” No one can make you feel inferior without your consent except unicorns and Sunday.