Life in General

All those creepy dolls are going to walk across town and get me.

I swear I didn’t search for rope.

Good morning, Saturday party people. It’s a cold, dark day out there. Wicked cold. We’ll need to let the truck warm up a little extra this morning. In an attempt to help me sleep through the night, we adjusted the fan so it was blowing over the bed. Shawshank needs a fan for white noise,…