She's boxed in with Peet!

SG and I have been consumers of Peet's coffee. So I should have guessed, based on SG's hint of a coffee klatsch, that Scary Doll would be boxed in with Peet. However, I fail to see how this counts as a social gathering. It's dark and there's no one to talk to except coffee. Some people enjoy that.

She's a lunchbag stowaway!

Noon at work: a moment of sustenance and solitude, a time to satisfy a late-morning/early afternoon case of the munchies, a moment between a person and their lunch. Well no more... SD, as you can see has ruined everything. All of which she turns to ka-ka in the moment it takes to open the velcro opening to that bag. Now I'm stuck the entire day, in my office, a petrified, ghastly vengeful choir doll standing on my desk, greeting every visitor with her look of frozen terror. I'm staying behind locked doors until quitting time.

She's personally responsible for the disappearance of my rain coat!

About three weeks ago my raincoat went missing. This meant wandering about poorly suited for the gallons of rain dumped on us during fall storms. Rank with mildew and that you-left-your-wet-clothes-sitting-in-the-washing-machine-before-you-decided-to-give-up-and-wear-it-anyway smell, I decided to be miserable. Not only did SG find my raincoat, but caught this petrified wooden demon spawn red handed with my raincoat. Usually Scary Doll makes me chuckle in her mild tormenting, but she's really working hard at pissing me off her first day out of the plastic decoration bin. You're living on borrowed times, Sunshine!

She's a stowaway in my catch-all box!

Spinner dropped some hints in her previous post that SD loves to immerse herself in piles of "randomly thrown together objects." My first thought wa,s "what the hell is that supposed to mean?" Well, sure enough I got my answer: my catchall box for random objects, bill statements, etc (anything that needs a holding area for filing, putting away, and the like). Come on, we all have catch-alls of some kind! Anyway, it took a few days to find her and all that time in a box has made her rather hungry. Also she claims that it's her birthday. I very much doubt that.

She's noise cancelling!

SG kept dropping no-so-subtle hints about whether I was using my headphones or if I even knew of their location. After an exasperated effort to show her that I was aware of the headphones I came upon such a hideous scene that you see in this pic. How can I wear these now and scrub the image out of my mind? All I can say (or ask) is... wanna buy some phones?

She's Reached a New Low!

When I read about SD's exploits with two of the most revered intellectuals and artists of the finger puppet world, it said, very cryptically, that SD "will seek a new hiding place that is as vile and low as the basest offal that one could imagine." This made me suspicious of her current whereabouts. Also, the other member of the household kept reminding me, like 5 times, to take out the garbage because it might be "stinky." Having been over-reminded but unsuspecting, I pulled out the offending bag of smelliness only to stumble upon an even more vile discovery. It was SD sprawled at the bottom of the wastebasket! This was a low point indeed. It was like that guy with the wax wings who flew too close to the sun. I don't remember his name, but it was something like that. Anyway, who knows where her next move will be!

I think his name was Ike or Gus. Something like that.

She's White Trash!

I wanted to get a jump on the house wastebasket emptying project so I don't have to do it tomorrow evening for garbage night. As I reached for our dressing room wastebasket, my heart jumped at the unsettling sight you see on this very post. To think that Scary Doll would risk being discarded in the Thursday garbage, just for a scare, describes her cold disturbing sense of humor. How could a freakish doll be so bold and where will she strike next?