Not scary at all but an update for those of you who remember my story from last year about our friendly ghost named Seymour:
I have one too. She went from being a wonderfully dynamic woman with lots of interests to...crossfit. All day, all the time. She now likes to judge you for your eating and exercise.
NO CHILD OF MINE WILL BE PLAYING WITH A DOLL THAT HAS FRENCH JOINTS!
These actually sound terrifying and will make you have honest-to-god nightmares
The doll recordings still work. Beware. They are like the sing-song dreams of haunted dead children.
“Barbie, what is sex?”
I look forward to popping the head off this Barbie as well.
I mean, okay, it’s tacky and a little ugly... but it’s better than anything I could ever knit. That shit has heart.
God, I wish this was a secret sponsored post.
Definitely Not Miss Piggy
For future reference, I would never ever ever give Sandra Bullock demon eyes.
I was about to make a joke about how Donald Trump is holding her for ransom and then I remembered that I am a mother, and if this were my kid I would be totally out of my mind. I hope that she is found safe, and this turns out to be a big misunderstanding that can be laughed about later. Much later.
Why does this need to be private? I wish that I had known that it was so common when I miscarried, saying that we should wait or that it’s private or shouldn’t be talked about it why so many people end up blindsided when it happens.