Disclaimer: Sorry if this freaks anyone out. Sort of...? Hehe. #sorrynotsorry
I love horror movies; I am pretty much a horror movie fanatic. This should be in my "about me" section and deserves an entire blog post, but, well, we will get to that. But as sneak peek into my horror fandom, a few years back, my husband and I went to see The Conjuring (twice!). When the scene begins with Bathsheba brushing Annabelle's hair in the rocking chair, the audience was screaming in terror.
That Annabelle was great!
You see, dolls do not really freak me out too much. I have always owned a bevy of weird dolls. Here are a few from my childhood just chilling:
Ok, they do look a little pissed (anyone want to let me borrow their daughter to play with them for few hours and cheer them up? This post probably is making you think "yeah, oh hell to the no, lady").
My husband hates them. He thinks their faces scream: "Plotting your doom, bitch."
But truly, I digress.
I was just sitting here thinking how fun it would be to reenact the "Annabelle in the rocking chair scene" on people who really annoy the daylights out of me. Because this is what I do people - think about weird shit.
Right about now, you are rethinking your decision to follow this blog.
So many, many people annoy me. Like people who pull over in front of me in the lane designated by the Department of Transportation as the FAST, PASSING LANE and slow down to 10 miles per hour. I just want to jump in the backseat of their car and hang out like this:
Or people who breathe down my neck while I am checking out at the grocery store, trying to do all the 5,432,000 pin pad commands the stores have these days. I bet they would stand back a little if I swung around looking like this:
Don't forget the people who allow their children to kick the back of your seat at the movies and on airplanes so hard you are pretty sure your entire spine has collapsed. Those parents need a little of this:
Oh, and the next time I pull through McDonald's and I request sweet and sour sauce for my nuggets, even pay for the extra sauces I order, and they give me that godforsaken barbecue sauce NO ONE WANTS, I'm so putting this nice lady in the driver's seat and hiding in the back:
She just wants to be loved....and she wants the damn sweet and sour sauce she paid for!
Do you ever want to unleash your Annabelle on anyone? And how do you really feel about dolls? Share with me below!
Brushing Annabelle's hair, I am still,