Dear readers, I have decided that the content of this blog has been very weighty and dark as of late. I am going to change direction a bit and focus on my more humourous side. I hope you enjoy. Note: some light and possibly offensive language. One shoe, no body A lone black sneaker in a dimly lit parking garage Photo courtesy of my sister Have you ever been driving down the highway and seen a shoe? Usually a sneaker. Of COURSE you have! It always weirds the crap out of me. WHY JUST ONE SHOE?! Then CSI kicks in. Where is that other shoe? Was it left behind as a clue? Maybe by the MAFIA? The message seems to imply this: “We have your loved one. Bring the shoe to us or we will kill him!” Because it’s always a man’s shoe. You can see that while you are at a red light that takes five minutes to turn green. It’s a size 13 triple E shoe. It usually is worn out and dirty. “We have your husband who just ran the 5K. Bring us 1, 00...
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