Dracula the Partier

Ok, it's been a few days, but I had this wacky ass dream about Dracula terrorizing my family. Michael thought I should write it down, so I am. Dracula was making prank phone calls to us and generally being a jerk. When I became aware of the dream, he had just killed my mom, which sucked, but I knew it was just a dream, so I wasn't too upset, since I knew she was ok. I tried to kill him with a stake, but the pointy end of the stake kept folding back and I couldn't get it into his chest and he ran off. Then he prank called us in my dream and Michael answered the phone. After a while, Michael said, "Dracula, is that you?" and Dracula hung up. Then Dracula came back to our house and passed out in the infamous green chair while wearing a fishing hat. Then I passed out on the floor and when I woke up, there was a Post-It note on my leg from Dracula saying he'd gone somewhere else. Michael said, "That Dracula sure is a partier." Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that Dracula looked like Jack Nicholson.

How the hell this all relates to my life is interesting. See, the JN part was because we finished watching the original Little Shop of Horrors that night. The Dracula part came from the fact that my friend Brendon was over helping us with some home repairs. Brendon played Dracula last fall in a play at the arts guild. The terrorizing part must have come from the fact that when Brendon helped us tear down the ceiling tiles in our study, he also ripped of paint from our new paint job. ARG!

Oh yeah, Sophie climbed the stairs on Thursday. We are in deep shit.

The elephant butt

I'm still not quite sure how to use this damn software, so there are two scary pictures of Sophie instead of one. It was supposed to be a haiku. ARG! 

Crushes face against the glass 

The Scary Baby