We drove by this gigantic turkey the other day and Max cracked up. It is quite the sight and, as you might notice, beautifully complimented by the bubble-gum-pink house behind it.
It is one thing that several stores near us have had their windows decorated since the week after Halloween. But lawn blow-up decorations for Thanksgiving?! Come on. Not that I'm fond of the supersize Santas or ornaments or any of those monstrous lawn decorations. One of these days, someone's going to have an oversize groundhog for Groundhog's Day. A big, ballooning leprechaun for St. Patty's Day. And, oh yes, a blown-up George Washington or Abe Lincoln for President's Day.
The only inflatables I don't mind are those rats union workers put up when they are on strike. I am not sure what this says about me.
What is your philosophical take on blow-up thingies?