Do y'all remember, last year year about this time, when I started torturing my Hunny with a cute wee clown? The clown was a darling thing. See?
It was so much fun, hiding him in Hunny's shoes, in the shower, the underwear drawer, in his truck, wherever I could tuck him away.
Then, one day, the cute wee clown disappeared. We thought he'd gone for good.
Until this week. When this came in the mail for my Hunny:
And this, for me:
Whoever kidnapped cute wee clown is making demands, pitting me and Hunny against one another. It's so wrong.
The letters had no return address, the mailing stickers computer printed. I've had them dusted for prints, but none show up. The postmark is out of Baton Rouge. I've been wracking my brain to figure out who I know in Baton Rouge. Anyone out there have an idea? I just want the cute wee clown back.
I'm willing to send all of my Hunny's Storm Trooper dolls to get him back.
Until I write again ...