Gimme the HORNS!

An avid reader of Oopsydoodles recently confronted me with a dilemma. It involved my absence and lack of Oopsy-posts.

So here I am, back in action, and ready to blow your mind.

After some much-needed photo housecleaning on my iPhone, I discovered this lovely car.

Sure, a chevy metro never had much to offer appearance wise, but I'm not sure decorating it with bull horns raises or lowers its standard of class.

But nonetheless! Minnesotans always know how to do it right.

I no dust Buster anymore!

Lupe wouldn't get a ride from this bus stop.

Ugh, St. Paul. You've done it again.

Flushydoodles

Obviously I work in a professional atmosphere. I certainly have no intention of flushing my shoes down the toilet, but apparently someone else has other ideas, hence the note left by a passive agressive colleague. Speak up if it was you who took the time to craft the rant, and center the paragraphs!

Thanks for the great find, Christine!

NOT HIMYM

First of all, thanks to my mom for sharing this photo. Not sure I should be admitting my mom travels throughout the UK taking pictures of such establishments.

Secondly, the steps leading to the quaint pub remind me of the bar the How I Met Your Mother gang frequent. But, this pub's got a better name.

"Well kids, let me tell you how I met your mother, it was at this place called Dirty Dicks..."

'She all-American girl. She our American Teen Princess girl.'

Its the All-American Oopsydoodles.

Chevy truck? Check.
McDonald's? Check.
Dignity? Checked at the door.

Literacy for everyone!

I had no idea that "Guys Read" was a statement that needed to be made.

Apparently at the Eden Prairie library, its a big deal.

Get me to the church...

On time! That's what the bride's father thought as he plucked feathers from a local goose, for a lovely bouquet. "Only the best for my daughter!" he shouted. Meanwhile, the accordion press was just finishing up her dress, making sure those folds were clean and exact!

Oopsy bridesmaids...

Nothing says class like your bridal party wearing brown beach sarongs at your wedding.

Hole in the..

The family is currently gallivanting about London, living in a flat reminiscent of Harry Potters's cozy quarters.

My mom seemed to think the photo below was an oopsy doodle, and who am I to argue otherwise.

Sine when did an ATM become a hole in the wall? Apparently since the English decided so.

You can think about this new meaning the next time you refer to your friend's apartment or the bar down the street as a total hole in the wall.