So, I came home the other day to find that Scott had been to the dollar store to buy halloween decorations. I love that he did this because I am not really one for decorating. I think about it, but I never seem to actually get around to it. I tend to be a big thinker, but I am not big on the follow-through.
So, we now have a skeleton on the front door who seems to be grabbing his crotch, as well as a red lightbulb in the porch light. So now when you see my house at night, the red light screams "Whores live here", and the skeleton with the inappropriatly placed hands just backs that theory right up. Not that I am complaining. Extra cash always comes in handy.
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