I ran across this frightening treasure in a local thrift store. For those of you who aren’t aware of what “Family Home Evening” is, it’s time that you set aside on Monday night to spend with your family…usually a church lesson and some songs or games. It sounds like a nice idea, right? But maybe not EXACTLY as depicted in this little picture.
Well, they’re reading folk tales, though. That’s accurate. I mean, the BoM is a folktale, right?
My mom taught my two-year-old niece to say “angel” when she sees the angel on the top of the temple. I’ve been teaching her to say “FABLE!”
I sincerely hope you purchased this; it would go great above Bill’s bed to further remind him that celibacy is next to Godliness.
Don’t you think he hates us enough already? I would have purchased this, but I spent all my cash on used underpants and lingerie.
What creeps me out is the position of the dark haired kids head, precisely at crotch level.
Stop scaring me.
Seriously, Pants. You find the best stuff in thrift stores. Is it your luck, or is it just Utah? The only way to find out is for you to come here and check out Minneapolis’s secondhand shops. As an added bonus, I will meet you for a drink or three. (Come on; you’re going to turn down an offer like THAT?)
yikes! i can’t believe that’s priced at $3!
Where are his other wives?
Oh cool, i love reading your blog.
Used lingerie? If only I had known! I usually pick up the only “slightly” used crack needles.
This plaque makes me want to have FHE everyday!!
Um, do I see butt crack?
Does Family Home evening include Bj’s by children? Cause the little boy in yellow pj’s with the crack showing is giving daddy a little present.
You people obviously don’t know great art when you see it.
Oh, sweet Jesus. This is so vile, but in such an exciting way!
Fable, angel…it’s all the same right?
The woman/girl behind the dad looks completely disinterested in the folk tales.
what a great find!
egan…totally agree woman behind (wife #1) looks totally bored.
I totally want to make one of those where the wife is cowering from the husband’s raised fist, and the kids are all crying. “Family Night Gone Wrong.”
Yeah. That’s butt crack.
Why does this piece of Americana reek of dungeon basements in Switzerland?
I love that you drag me (kicking and screaming) to these thrift stores. Remember the medical chair we almost bought. Correction… the water proof medical chair that would allow me to wheel you into the shower for bath time as well as to clean off the conveniently placed food tray that also came with it. Loves it.
I wonder if the kids are asleep? It looks like Mom is snoozing. Your blog reminds me of living in Utah–if I couldn’t have laughed I’d spent that decade crying.
Oh I don’t know, the dad seems to be pretty happy with the situation.
Whenever I see Mormons, whether fictionalized on Big Love or on reality TV shows like SuperNanny, they all seem to be pretty wealthy.
Can I somehow become as rich as a Mormon without actually BECOMING Mormon? Do you have a pamphlet on that or something?
I think I see the kid in the yellow outfit’s butt crack. Ick.