This morning as Husband and I were walking across the parking lot and into the restaurant for breakfast, we spied a bumper sticker with a picture of a set of rings and the words “My Marriage is Fireproof”. This became a source of amusement for both of us, which proves that we have learned to join our sense of humor in several ways.
When I got home, I put those words within the quotation marks and did an Internet search.
It seems the bumper sticker comes free within a kit about the movie FIREPROOF, and iffen you are interested, you can do the same as I did with the subject hunt and read all about it, maybe order your own.
We will not be sending away for anything.
Not that we don’t have to make sure our marriage stays on a loving path, but I don’t think we need all the sugar-coating of a Kirk Cameron film. Just watching the trailer gave me the urge to go brush my teeth.
And bumper stickers remind me of the time when I was a kid and our family went on a weekend getaway to Sea World. When we got back to the car, we saw every car in the parking lot had a bumper sticker applied, even though nobody had asked for one. It seemed to be the advertisement of choice for awhile. If a family went to many places of amusement, the whole bumper would be covered by the end of the summer.
There were many, many upset owners that day, but my dad seemed to be maddest of all, and there was nobody from the park around for him to swear at.
When we got home in the dark, Dad sent all of us inside to go to bed, but I could hear him walk around to the back where he kept his guy stuff in a shed, then back around to the car. My sister and I watched from the screen window while he held a flashlight to see exactly where to put some kind of fluid on the bumper sticker with a rag.
That did not seem to work fast enough, so he put that bottle of fluid away, then into the kitchen rummaging around in cabinets.
Mom went out to tell him he should wait until morning when he could see better, but he said he did not want the thing to have time to set.
I went to bed then.
Next morning after a bowl of cereal for breakfast, my dad sent me out to the car bumper with a butter knife and told me to scrape off as much of that sticker as I could work at. He said he would pay me 50¢ if I got it off.
Well, I tried to wash it off with dish soap and water, the way a label comes off a bottle in the dishpan, and scraped with that stainless blade for quite awhile.
When dad came out to see my (lack of) progress, he gave me a quarter for trying.
He tried vinegar, turpentine, a different kind of soap and water, scraping with a putty knife.
Yep, that bumper sticker would be there for the life of the car.
My husband has similar stories to tell about his dad and disdain for visible slogans riding around on a car.
So to see a bumper sticker with a picture of wedding rings referring to a sappy movie was a great scene of the weekend for us.
Here’s hoping yours is also going well…
~~love and Huggs, Diane