Know what's disturbing?
I'm reading late at night in my cozy living room by my twinkly Christmas tree.
I look at the tree, pausing to ponder what I just read.
And see this wackadoo staring back at me.
So wrong. And sooooooo hilarious.
Seven barbies and their polly pocket children have apparently found a home in the tree.
Its still making me laugh this morning.
And as I post this, I notice too that its a very ripe commentary on the cluster that is Christmas.
Hmmmm.
