You don’t mean that, do you?

I try not to think too much about the stickers other people choose to put on their vehicles, but I always have to wonder about the “Heritage Not Hate” segment of the population. I wonder whether they are into genealogy or if they just like pretending they are living in an episode of “The Dukes of Hazzard.”

To each their own, I guess.

Still, I do sincerely hope that those who buy the stickers believe in what they affix to their bumpers and windows. That’s why I was kind of happy to see this when I was back home over Thanksgiving. That is, I was happy until I noticed what was hanging from the rearview mirror.

I am still trying to figure out what that thing is and hoping it's not what it looks like.

About Carrie

Writer by day, writer by night. Urban farmer/dog mama/baby mama/bicycle enthusiast/oenophile the rest of the time.
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