Mr. Frosty thanks you, too.
I must confess, however, that taking the head out of the box did creep me out just a wee bit.
Those sightless, staring eyes. The stories from high school about the cosmotology classroom heads coming to life at night...
I think I will name her Georgette. And here she is modeling Kristine's hat, which I still haven't gotten mailed.
Sorry, Kristine. Thursday, I promise. I think. I don't know. The Post Office. *shudder* What we do for our friends.
I do know one thing, though. Georgette will not be in the bedroom with me. Ever. Sheesh, like I don't have nightmares enough.
Speaking of, last night was a once in a hundred billion years event. OK, so It's really only once in every 6oo something years, but still.
The event was a total lunar eclipse on the night of the winter solstice. I missed it. I wanted to watch, but the sky was completely clouded over. Overcast, I think that's called. So, I didn't get to see the eclipse.
I was there for the total inculcation of the world with evil in its purest form.
At least, I was there in my dreams. Now, if you've read my blog for any length of time, you know that nightmares are par for the course around here, but this one was so intense, so terrifying that as I startled awake, the first thing that popped into my head was
I really need a black man in the bed with me.
A big, strong, kind of scary looking black man in the bed with me.
I lay there for a moment, wondering why there was no black man in the bed with me. What had happened to him? Where had he gone? Wait, there never was a black man in the bed with me in the first place...
As my head began to clear, I thought about getting up and going to get the dog. But as I was still too scared to leave the protection of my covers --they're an impenetrable fortress, you know-- Rylea stayed where she was. Since Jay Ratliff was unavailable (and I'm not so sure Mrs. Ratliff would have been on board with the whole idea in the first place), I settled for the comforting embrace of my old buddy Felix.
Even so, it was hours before I was able to get back to sleep, and it seemed only moments until the alarm went off. The day just went downhill from there...
Is it any wonder I'm ready for this day to be over?