Sarah

I've been Palin'd.

Did I mention that D is a bit of a prankster?  He enjoys making me jump.  Never seems to get old to him.  He'll hide behind doors.  Tables.  He'll even head outside in the pitch black then shove his face against a window.  Right as I've just turned to look out said window to spy on my neighbors.  (yes, that's what i get.  i know.)

Our nighttime routine is pretty set now.  I rush to get upstairs before him.  If I don't, think Pink Panther.  I end up switching on lights, kicking doors back, and throwing socks, shoes, and remote controls behind tables to try to identify his hiding place.

Then he dragged Sarah into it.  Sarah Palin.  A life-size cardboard cut-out of a woman about whom I have very strong opinions.  The kind that would certainly result in a reprimand.  Or jail time.

D loves her largely because I don't.  He loves even more that one of his friends found the cut-out.

So he brought her home.  He's hid her behind doors.  In showers.  And the worst?  In the loo.

Strike that.  The worst?  When I put her in the garage, facing the door.  All set to frighten him next time he went to get his training kit.

But I forgot I'd done that.  Guess who scared herself?

My opinions about that woman are becoming significantly stronger.

you didn't think i'd post pictures of her, did you? a few snaps from our recent outings.