(Edit: Modesty Chair inserted to protect the innocent. Click on the photo above to see all the glory.)

These aren’t from my house, I promise, but I swear, if my kids complain ONE MORE TIME about the dinner that I made for them, I am going to GO OFF THE DEEP END AND I’M TAKING THE HOUSE WITH ME. I can just picture some poor Minnesotan housewife at the sink, scrubbing the dishes after serving hotdish that she slaved over and once again nobody said “thank you” or carried their plates to the counter or appreciated her in any way and so she reached down to the spray paint she’d originally bought to touch up the rust spots on the patio furniture and clinka-clinka-clinka PSSSSSTTTTTTTTT RUN KIDS RUN MAMA’S GOT THE SPRAY PAINT RUN

Found by: Gabe

Loveliest comment, by Quark: I get the impresssion that there is a turf-war going on in that house … and it’s not with what cutlery and pans go in which drawers.