She has succumbed to the seasonal marketing ploy of pumpkin spice EVERYTHING!!!

I had just baked a loaf of fresh pumpkin bread and was enjoying a slice on my cozy couch in the den, when I heard a chittering and gnawing sound from the kitchen. My heart froze ... froze like the wax visage of a choir doll stuck for eternity on the vowel O... as I snuck out from behind the door, I saw this haunting and yet somehow beautiful scene. There was Scary Doll, cutting into my bread and chewing away with a look of contentment and holiday bliss. She lurks, yes... but she lurks for the love of pumpkin. The heart knows what it wants, and longs for comfort.  Don't we all?

She's boosting her blood sugar!!!!

I knew it!!!

As soon as Jamie told me that Scary Doll was having blood sugar issues, I suspected she was in our candy stash somewhere.  Sure enough, a quick peek into the Ghirardelli bag revealed that she was playing in a ball-pit of creamy delights.  Naughty dolly!!! Now I have to detoxify all these squares before I eat any of them.  

I think SD has had the run of the house long enough.  It's time to pack her away again.  Don't tell her I said that -- she will bite my ankles.