Sorry for the silence, things have been nutsoid at work and in life. I’ve been spending a lot of time fending off a cold (J is down for the 2nd time this year with one), barely maintaining my personal responsibilities while work stuff is eating into even more of my private time, and hibernating to destress from work. That said, things have been fine (if our usual fantasticness) at the House of Smooches.
Now for the silliness: This is so wrong, on so many levels. I’m essentially speechless. But I hope Technocowboy checks it out! Maybe he’d like it for his birthday?
It’s really sick and wrong, but I sort of want one. I could then film an alterna-art project involving a ritual hanging of a Barbie over the board and…wow, it just brings OUT the wrong in me!
You are a sick sick woman. . . then again, if you grafted a Casper doll into the story line.