A perfectly normal, calm evening in Casa de Pulga. I crawl into bed, read a bit, turn off the light. Am nearly asleep when the Hunny comes to bed (he's a rockstar, you know - Guitar Hero has that effect on middle aged men). So I'm barely awake when he turns on his light and screams like a little girl. Because of this:
It was on his pillow. I have no idea how it got there. Creepy little thing.
He started to crush its little plastic ping pong ball type head when I yelled at him, "No! Don't kill it! We need to save this one!"
Hunny: "Why? Give me one good reason to save this worthless clown's life!"
The Good Flea: "Why, for Liza Bean Bitey (of the Minneapolis Biteys), of course."
Y'all, if you're not familiar with Pearl, head over for a visit. Tell her I said hello. And that Liza Bean will get a creepy package in the mail before Halloween. Mwahahahaha!
Until I write again ...
Flea
10 comments:
I'm pretty sure you are downright evil. I love it!!!!!!!
Why do I get the feeling this will be blamed on me?
It just gets better and better. Keep us posted on the next installment.
Whoa! The News says things are shakin' in Norman OK. Hope that wasn't your hunny taking out a clown. Hope you and all are okay in OK.
I needed a good LOL today. Thank you. Tell your Hunny that this is a public service you are performing.
I don't think I could handle finding a clown in my bed either!
OMG! Coffee out the nose with this....
That's the next best thing to my voo doo doll!
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You are mean.
I like it.
Oh gosh woman, if we lived close, I'd actually be terrified of what you might do!! BWHAAAAA!
I'm on Hunny's side...
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