Why history is so much fun

 Supercrack, this is for you.  I know you're all stuck by yourself in the horribleness that is the snowy American Midwest, so here is something to cheer you up, WWII safe sex propaganda: 

The best part about this propaganda is how attractive some of them make the women look.  And you have to question the effectiveness because given the choice between being laid up in clinic getting shots after having a good time or getting shot at in the trenches because you behaved yourself... well, maybe I'm just pessimistic about the male species.

This one is probably my favorite, because everyone knows venereal disease is worse than Hitler and Hirohito:

And this one:

I'm dying to know where they got their statistics.


Then of course, there are the ads for the women back home:

How did that baby boom happen?

Oh wait, it must have been because apparently sperm donation was a big thing for all those widows who lost their husbands in the war (somehow the thought of losing my husband does not inspire me toward voluntary single-motherhood):

 And let us not forget how important it is to be all gussied up on your way to get knocked up at the sperm bank:

This one is way better though, make sure you read the little cartoon conversation between the women:

Someday I'm going to frame this and hang it in my guest bathroom (whenever I get a guest bathroom...).

Harry? Harry Potter?

In honor of all you crazies actually paying for sleep deprivation this Thursday evening/Friday morning:

*Breathe*

And you thought I'd never blog again...

Update:

I'm taking the coolest classes right now, including millinery (how to make hats):

Both of these are just the beginning stages.  The lower became Indy's hat so I need a picture of him in it so I can put it up. 

Meanwhile Indy and I attended a Texas student event which lured a crowd with the promise (and deliverance) of Blue Bell Ice Cream.  Did you know it's the 3rd best selling ice cream in the country behind Dryer's and Bryer's except that it is only sold in the southern most 18 or 20 states, something like that?  While the other two are in all the states?  It deserves it, just for their homemade vanilla.  They also had a contest for the best Texas dressed.  We didn't win, but how can you compete with a guy who makes his own jacket out of "Don't Mess With Texas" bumper stickers?

And a great family portrait, complete with our only baby:

Speaking of which, does he not fit perfectly in a convertible?

When he's not being adored or served, he reminds you of your duties.  Here he invites himself onto Indy's lap to remind him that the Walter is more important than Indy's homework.

And this is just for your viewing pleasure.  I went up to another campus for a flute choir thing and I guess one of the buildings there is a museum because there was a man dressed in the best dinosaur costume I have ever seen greeting folks outside: