Use the wood stove apparently...
Despite the fireplace looking cluttered all summer, I was a little sad to see winter approaching knowing that our unidentified poet's days were numbered. For the past few months we've been entertained by the random musings left on the stove front...
..that was, until I read the latest batch of pronouncements. Our little poet ended with quite a crescendo.
Despite the fireplace looking cluttered all summer, I was a little sad to see winter approaching knowing that our unidentified poet's days were numbered. For the past few months we've been entertained by the random musings left on the stove front...
..that was, until I read the latest batch of pronouncements. Our little poet ended with quite a crescendo.
[click to enlarge at your own risk.]
Okay, that made it easy to take the magnets down...and perhaps, pinpoint the author. Looks like winter got here just in time!
Naughty fridge poetry - I'm all too familiar!
ReplyDeleteYou may recall... http://lanyons.blogspot.com/2009/07/fridge-poetry-war.html
Two days ago the dirtiest thing yet mysteriously appeared on the fridge. I was going to punish the kids until I found out it was all Edward's doing! What's a girl to do?!
Uh yeah, I used the word "pinpoint" the perp knowing I could rule out the girls in the house...but sadly, not the husband.
ReplyDeleteI loved your fridge poetry war post. Goes to show, letters and little minds are a dangerous thing. Comical, but dangerous.