Mom's Owl Collection, Volume 8!

Mojo's Favorite Mother's Owl Collection, Volume 8

Generic Ceramic Owls!

Mojo does not know or remember or particularly care if her Favorite Mother's Owl Collection was something her mother actually wanted to collect, or if it was intially or subsequently foisted upon her by a large family desperate for ideas for holiday gifts to give her. All she knows is, now her Favorite Mother no longer wants or needs or desires her Owl Collection. So Mojo's Favorite Mother cunningly foisted these things on her Forgotten Middle Daughter, in a pretense of supporting the Craptacular, but we all know the reality is, it saved her a trip to the dump. And now these things are cluttering Mojo's house instead of her own, heh heh heh. Now you see where Mojo gets her cunning, cleverly wrapped as it is in a verbose folly of ineptitude and greed. And you can also see, perhaps, that Mojo is no match for her senior when it comes to wheedling manipulation and distraction techniques while foisting crap upon a gullible subject.

 

Folks, it doesn't get any more generic than this. We've got two owls here. Two ceramic owls. They are small--the littler one is a little over an inch tall, the bigger one is a little under two inches. There is nothing particularly special about them. They neither look creepy nor so gosh-darned cute you simply must have them. At least Mojo doesn't think so. If she did think that, she wouldn't have them up for sale, would she? Not if she were as intelligent as she likes to think she is.

Back to the owls. They are little guys, like I said. They are pretty much generic interpretations of owls, like I said. Nothing earth-shaking here. The little one has no distinguishing or identifying marks. The bigger one has a sticker on it that says "Pixie Workshop" and, in smaller type, "Made in the West Country". Mojo thinks that might be somewhere in England? Which would mean my Favorite Mother probably purchased it herself on one of her many trips across the pond. Assuming I am correct about this stuff. Geography was never one of my strong suits. I mean, I'm not one of those stupid people the news finds to ask them to point out their own city on a map and they point to Ecuador or something, but I'm just taking a stab at this "West Country" thing. It sounds like England, doesn't it? I'm going to say England. England. There, I said it.

 

A generic blah description for two tiny run of the mill ceramic owls. If you wannem, takem. The Certificate of Craptacularity will spice them up, I suppose. At least they won't give anyone nightmares. Unless you're really owl-phobic or something. But if that's the case, I'm guessing you wouldn't click on any of the owl auctions, would you? Unless you are trying to desensitize. If so, start with these. Nothing threatening, nothing exciting....just tiny owls, looking for a home.