I ask you: is this something you put in a bathtub when the expecting woman of the house is plodding in there at all hours of the night?
What's worse, after my heartrate returned to normal, why didn't I pull it off the wall so it wouldn't scare me all over again two hours later?
My mother cackled a little too heartily when I fussed at her this morning. "It only cost a quarter, and I knew Andrew would love it."
Well, if it only cost a quarter...
Tell your mom that it costs more than a quarter to deal with a coronary, LOL!
Me...I would have found him fascinating. And I would have wondered how he got into my bathroom in the first place...until I realized it was real.
Tell your mother to stay away from the gag aisle where they keep the rubber rats...
He is a farily photogenic piece of plastic! LOL
Hey, your tiles and tub look just like ours! (We live in a 1960ish bungalow.) Amazing.
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