I have children, therefore I have stickers.
I have a love/hate relationship with stickers. They are great for almost guilt-free bribery (lets face it, bribery is never completely guilt-free) but they don’t seem to stick on the intended stickee for very long before they fall off and stick, limpet like, to the floor, the table, a chair, the oven. Anywhere, in fact, that they’re not really wanted. We must have about a thousand of them sticking innappropriately to things in our house.
This one had been irritating me for a while but I couldn’t take it off until I’d taken a picture of it. I kept forgetting to take a camera upstairs. I’d see the sticker and tut and sigh to myself, vowing that next time I’d remember my camera, or at least a phone.
The next time I go upstairs, that sticker is history. Only another 998 to go, hopefully.
Bless your heart – I know the feeling. Why is it stickers want to adhere to things that DON’T need stickers!! Muffin’s play table is littered with half-torn stickers and sticker goo – I’ll never get that stuff off!
I know that sticker. We have that very same sticker stuck to something inappropriate in our house. Honestly!
We’ve just helped Zack decorate his bedroom door with stickers… Ben 10, Cars and Spongebob. He likes em, and Squidward is keeping an eye on him to make sure he stays in his room at night.
We have stickers all over our house! Floors, doors, walls, found three on the TV yesterday! Grrr
Stickers. We’ve just given up the struggle, really. They don’t tend to put them many places they, shouldn’t though, apart from on us. I sat all the way through management meeting once wearing an “Exterminate!” sticker from Doctor Who Magazine on my suit. Thanks, dudelet. Everyone was very well-behaved at that meeting, though.
Hah, they’re everywhere here too. I’ve inadvertently proclaimed ‘I’m a star!’ at work on my cardigan (thanks L and CBeebies!).
Oh! We have stickers everywhere! There is currently a Woody (from toy story) sticker on my floor, near the bathroom.
It’s driving me nuts.
Everytime I walk out of there, I tread on him in protest.
It’s not helping anything I know but I feel a bit better, in a childish, “I’m gonna get you” kind of way