I am still having nightmares where I wake up and that disembodied head is floating above my bed making a noise that sounds like "pshwwwsshwwwwhhhwwwwssssshssssshshshsssswwww."
*I wonder what all is on this thing.
"What color do you like for the house, Bill?"
"I'm not sure. How about we send the colors up in space and see which does best when bombarded with space junk?"
*And now for your weekly dose of "I shouldn't be laughing but it's soooo funny!"
Seriously. I can't stop laughing at the way she just hits the ground. It's okay. She lived.