What is it with all the ugly boots this season? I’m not a moody teenage girl, I have no plans to ride a horse, and I look like an idiot in combat boots. Ugh.
On the other hand, I guess it’s keeping me from spending money on more boots I don’t really need…
Being a generally rational person with a fairly sound understanding of science, I wasn’t initially concerned when the first patient was diagnosed with Ebola in Dallas. But fuckup has seemed to follow fuckup, and I have a spouse and a lot of friends in health care. So I’m starting to think that quarantines and travel bans might be a good idea, or at least something beyond the CDC saying, “Huh. Well that wasn’t supposed to happen.”
This is what happens in our house as soon as the humans get out of bed.
And to end the series, a clown bank. (of course)
Terror in the Antique Mall, part V
Terror at the Antique Mall, part IV: this was labeled “Venetian Cleric.”
Terror at the Antique Mall Part III: Try not to think about what caused the stains…
Terror at the Antique Mall Part II: The Shelf of Clown Head Teapots
In honor of October, here’s a series of pictures I took this weekend, a series I’m calling Terror at the Antique Mall.
Part I…this guy!
Annabelle? Pfft. Give me He Who Kills any day!