Update on Myrtle

I have a disgusting sense of humor.
How? you might ask
well, I just recently hung a dead baby doll head from my rear-view mirror.
so--behind every disgusting joke, there is a story.
Here's my story:
A close friend of mine, jokingly, told me that I would be a terrible mother,
that I would kill all of my babies and hang their heads from my rear-view mirror.
Well, although I didn't give birth to the doll [thankfully!] I decided to prove him right. I named the doll too! Her name is Myrtle.

I don't think I've ever heard anyone laugh so hard than when he saw the photo.

Frik- I'm such a funny person.

But this is why I'm basing my blog on dead baby Myrtle; I volunteered to drive my TAG teacher to the Ford dealership earlier because, well, she didn't have any way to get there. & I, being the giving Mormon, told her I'd give her a lift! So she went off to teach her class, & I mine. All was well, until I started off my class with my daily dead baby jokes...
Then I realized I had to run out to my car and rip Myrtle off of my rear-view & her remains that were in my back-window, and shove it under my seat.

ahahaa! What an adventure. Sometimes I really wonder if there is something wrong with me.

Well, that's all for now!
Remember, drop beats--not bombs!
Larissa Mormon. xox