August 2009
2 posts
She actually begged me to buy her the zombie finger puppet—-a female one holding a brain—-but when we got it home she told me to hide it in her closet. A few days later she whispered to my wife, “I know that zombie girl is in the closet.” So I brought it downstairs. Even with the puppet exiled among boxed Christmas decorations and piles of ill-fitting clothes, I still have...
