So here I sit (Olympic sitting team) in a house not my own. Mr W has gone back home to number only son and work. I am at MIL's house which is like staying at a museum of good taste. Stick around so I can sit at the ICU and keep my gold medal. And gawk at the hot doctors. MIL better recover quickly or I might become an embarrasment.......
I watched "Supernatural" which ISN'T scary. Why am I so creeped by the antique doll in the master bedroom? No way is it chasing me out of that room, which is nicer than most four star hotel rooms.
Doll goes in dresser drawer. Chair goes in front of dresser.
I am certifiable.