With absolutely no hyperbole whatsoever, I have no idea how this reindeer toy got into my house. Which in and of itself is kind of creepy, but then it scoots its little reindeer bum all over the carpet like a dog with a tapeworm or irritated anal sacs or ho ho hey there! Please disregard my dirty floors. This is one of the reasons I will never own a dog. See also: don't hate me, but the barking. And the poop bags. And the boy dog parts.
Speaking of parts. I know how this got into my house: it's one of Bryan's old toys that his grandma made him when he was little and now my kids have found it and think it is the funniest thing ever.
Which.
I mean...
Yeah.
The most disturbing thing is that I hate lists of 2. Because two things? Does not a list make. I have searched all over my house for at least one other weird thing to include here. 3? 3 is good. But I can't find anything else. So now this is just a post about a mystery reindeer with an anal sac problem and a troll with a pokey ugly penis.
Happy holidays then.
xo,
S
4 comments:
She must be some kind of grandma!
That explains a lot about Derek's apron. I know it wasn't the grandma on my side of the family.
Well that was an unexpected surprise on the troll! Happy Holidays to you and yours, hoping you find pockets of happy this year.
Love the weird troll. Merry Christmas!
~ Jolly Olde Neighbor Kirsten
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