Okay. Urge to kill dropping to normal levels. A good Thanksgiving meal, a good meal for my Father’s Birthday (a day early) and everything is fine. Rage is gone. Rage is gone.
If I keep telling myself that, maybe it’ll be true.
That aside, in keeping with the holiday season, I plan to show you a horrific sight. One that curdles the blood. One that will give you nightma…
What do you mean, that sort of thing is only appropriate during Halloween?
I mean, really.
Where was I?
I’ve mentioned my Cousin Emily a few times here. I’ve suggest that maybe she looks like the Gorgon Medusa and maybe even a walrus. Like such:
But now the true Horror can be revealed. Thanks to the brave permission of the lady herself, I shall now show you the Unnatural Terror that is Cousin Emily:
Hard to believe that with a few more surgeries, she might pass for human.
(Look, I was nice to her all day Thursday. Not only did my ulcers act up, my entire family thought I was sick. Or up to something. Or both.)