yes, I’m a 12-year-old boy

Cottages seem to be the final resting place for a lot of random stuff. At least, ours is. Someone finds, say, a set of decorative peacock plaques — in teal! — in their basement, and for some reason, instead of doing the noble thing and throwing them away, decides that they should really live at the cottage.

One of the most common left-behinds in our cottage is travel-size shampoos. I have no idea where they all come from, or who, if anyone, uses them, but there must be 25 little bottles on various bathroom shelves. Normally, I don’t really notice them, but last week, this one caught my eye:

“Wait,” I can hear you saying, “that… design on the side? Can I get a closer look at that?”  Why, yes you can:

Yeah. It’s not just me, is it?

2 Responses to “yes, I’m a 12-year-old boy”


  1. 1 zhenia August 28, 2008 at 9:12 am

    We should join forces for a photo essay on tacky cottage decor. I can’t believe that neither of us has taken a photo of the bear-paw ashtray yet.

  2. 2 Katie October 12, 2008 at 9:11 am

    OMG! Not just you! It must be that way on purpose, right?? I mean, the name of it is k u m???

    I started giggling in the beauty supply store last week — they are selling hair products in lube bottles!!


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