Thursday, January 02, 2014

(Don't) Give Me a Hand, Please


A few months ago, one of Jack's friends gave him a plastic severed hand. It first showed up in the refrigerator. It made me jump. And made me laugh. Now it's a running family joke. Whoever finds it hides it for the next unsuspecting soul to discover. 

This morning Roger hid it in the sleeve of Jack's coat. Tonight Roger found it peeking out from between his pillows. 

I can't believe it still makes me jump. And laugh.

2 comments:

Denise said...

What a fabulous gift!

Robin said...

Very creepy! I'm glad you're enjoying it. I'd probably have stabbed it with something by now.