If Raggedy Ann and Bret Michaels had a baby…
Can’t quite decide whether the way my mother has chosen to decorate for this holiday is cute or creepy.
Why are they sitting on the piano bench? After my family members have gorged themselves, are these scarecrows going to face the piano and play us some Ragtime Songs From The Dustbowl about being Thankful For The Land Even If It Is Arid And Barren And Useless And Ugh Now We Have To Move To California Fuck This?
Yep, it’s been decided. It’s creepy.
