So. Bring it, People … what am I?

Wait.

I know, don’t tell me … you’re thinking … Bride Of Chucky … right? That was my initial thought at least. Hello, freaky blue side eyes.

Yes, I was subjected and terrorized by all the Chucky movies, thanks to the Brothers, who thought that was precisely the kind of thing a second grader needed to watch. Is it any wonder I still don’t enjoy dolls — of any kind — in a room at night?

Back story on this lovely lady … who comes from my Gpa’s … who always freaked me out when I opened the bathroom closest … are you ready?

She is a tissue box. Yes. A damn tissue box.

Gpa in the early 70s, thought this chickadee was quite the lady. He bought one for everyone in the family {at Christmas, what a gift} most of which, mysteriously remained at his place. Imagine that.

I’ve been getting a great laugh out of her. Hope you do, too. Since I firmly believe in a minimum of four good laughs a day.