A couple of weeks ago, the Human and her friend visited the Sacred Holy Site of Mrs. Grossman's sticker factory.
Perhaps I have not yet in Lo, these six-plus years of blogging, spoken of the Human's obsession with these shiny little paper items?
Well, she believes she has played a major role in the flourishing sticker business over the past 25 years or so. And Mrs. Grossman's are the Epitome of Fine Stickers.
Imagine her joy when she discovered the factory was located in nearby Petaluma, a mere 40 miles north of the City by the Bay!
She and her friend, who graciously agreed to accompany her on this quest of a lifetime, paid their $7 fee and set out happily on the tour. That the rest of the tourees were little girls below the age of 11 bothered her not at all, though her friend occasionally looked as though he might like to disappear into one of the mighty sticker-producing machines. Nevertheless he soldiered on, bravely taking photos of the factory's Great Sticker Timeline, as the Human had stupidly forgotten her own camera. (These will appear eventually--the pictures below were taken in our very own living room).
After the tour, the visitors were escorted to the most stupendously wondrous sticker shop ever, where she managed to spend $39 on more stickers (that's $39 perfectly good green papers that could have bought me foods and toys and treats and important stuff!) It was, in fact, so astonishingly extravagant that she qualified to get her $7 for the tour refunded.
Life just doesn't get any better than that, does it now, Kitties? (Cue sarcastic laughter)
Okay, Okay. These were some of the freebies given out on the tour, so I can understand and accept the woofies, fishies, etc.
But these are some that she purchased. So what's up with the CHICKENS, Human? Shouldn't ALL of these be kitties? I mean, you forked over some of our hard-earned CASH for these. Chickens? Really?