Tuesday, March 23, 2010
just one of the ways my kids torture me
So it's no secret in my family that I am a big ole fraidy cat. I scare way to easily. My kids love to hide and jump out at me just to see me jump and (their words) "scream like a little girl." I never fail to deliver. The last few weeks they've come up with a new and altogether creepy way to freak me out when I least expect it. We are now the proud owners of a three foot high Barbie doll. Dressed in clothing that would fit Katie. At first I relegated her to the basement but every time I went down there to do laundry or get something out of the freezer I'd catch her standing in the corner or perched on the counter and my heart would stop and I'd shriek as if someone was murderizing me. After the first couple times my family ceased being alarmed and decided to take advantage of the situation. So now I never know where she's going to turn up.
I'm on my way to make the bed and yargghhh!!!! she's standing in the doorway.
Looking for something to wear....aaaiiiieeeeee!!!!
You weren't thinking of taking a shower???? mawhahahahahaha!
There are just not enough words to describe how disturbing this one is.
Just when you thought it was safe to sweep the floor...eeeeeeekk!!!
Hellooooo! Need some help fixing lunch?
I'm telling you, she may have perfect skin, blonde hair, blue eyes and the measurements of a swimsuit model but she's more frightening than Chuckie.