Just A Bad Ass In Disguise

My son has decided he wants to have a shark party. Despite the debacle with Jaws and my daughter a few nights ago, I am gearing up into full on design mode for his party.

In between bouts of hide-and-go-seek, practicing our ABCs, cooking taquitos and less-than-successful attempts at potty training, I started the first of many stages of internet searching for party ideas.

Which leads you, my dear readers, into a deep recess of my psyche. The Bad Ass In Disguise.

Here is a photo of my bedroom wall.



I purchased these movie posters quite some time ago, and they have traveled in their protective laminate shields to many a state. I love the in-your-face vibe of the prints. The phrase on the motorcycle girl poster says Here Come's the Siren. It is the embodiment of all I want to be. Yes, I am a mom, a college graduate, a goody two-shoes who wears crocs and a scrunchie. But somewhere deep down is the siren with her man-catchers on waiting for the opportunity to do a little ass-kicking.

I should probably feel a bit badly for my husband, having these oldies but goodies on the wall. In actuality, I don't feel all that sorry for him. I mean, the chicks are kind of hot. And LittleMan told me how much he loved Bat Woman's boots. So do I, baby. So do I.

I needed to show you this superhero-in-disguise aspect of myself and my decor to explain how today's preschooler party hunt went awry. In searching for all things shark, I accidentally came upon the mother lode of all bad ass chicks in their B-rated glory.


You're damned right I bought it. I would never forgive myself if I hadn't. I don't know where I'm going to hang it, but I'm trying to figure out if it would be in bad taste to make it the centerpiece of my three year old's birthday party. I think the dads would go for it.