Well there’s one way to scare the crap out of me.


This is what I found on my entryway bookshelf last night. Just sitting there at eye level. A wig. A really creepy wig. Oh, for no reason at all.

And that pretty much sums up life with Nate.

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23 thoughts on “Well there’s one way to scare the crap out of me.”

  1. just stumbled upon your blog and enjoying it thoroughly…working on reviving my once living blog at the moment. and also struggling to keep the Mommy-Me and the old Me all intact…lets see where that takes me 🙂
    keep blogging and drop by sometime

  2. @modern day nyc mom

    Oh, just a wig. For no reason. He has things like that lying around from his sketch comedy days. When I ask him to get rid of them he says he might need them on day. “For costumes.”

    Sigh.

  3. Last night when I went up to bed, I was faced with my husband stretched out reading a book, and lying next to him, he’d propped up Sosi, my son’s a-little-too-life-like baby doll, who was also “reading” a book. I almost peed in my pants. But a wig could’ve been funny too!

  4. I am laughing so hard at that! That does not look like a fun wig – ’cause I love a good wig!

  5. Ok, so I am nosy and had to check out the books BEHIND the wig. I am *DELIGHTED* to see Stones from the River by Ursula Hegi–one of my ALL TIME FAVORITE books! Did you enjoy it?

  6. Re bookshelf:

    GMM: the < HREF="http://mahlersonsafari.blogspot.com" REL="nofollow">BFF<> bought me that one in 92 or whatever when I was going in for surgery and thought I needed a laugh. It was very cool of her.

    Jomama, I’m embarrassed to say that Stones from the River is one that my mom gave me that I never actually read. But I will one day. I swear!

  7. Ah, yes…I get that kind of crap all the time. And, while the hubby does it unknowingly, the 4-year-old has joined in, completely conscious of what he’s doing…he decided to purchase a giant plastic spider at the Dollar Spot at Target last week just because he knew it would creep me out…

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