The proceedings were charming and successful, but the aftermath was a bit surreal:
She's carrying the horse head around with her now. But she's not the only one with an affinity for plush decapitated horses.
That's what it's like to be a parent. You're just doing your daily junk and the next thing you know, you've got an amputated plush horse head on your kitchen table.
I shouldn't complain. It wasn't nearly as messy as the original.
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"Hello, Ms. O'Brien? This is PETA calling..."
RJ
I died laughing every time I saw that little horse head. She's shuffled it away for now, but I'm pretty sure it will resurface.
Then I just found that horse head pillow link today. I thought that was hilarious as well.
There's no getting around an immediate identification with The Godfather. It was one of the more shocking scenes ever when it first came out, which of course is a reminder of how much more it takes to shock us these days.
Atoom...atoom.
That's an awesome post, Erin. On a lark I rummaged through my storage and found an old hobby horse. Several bow saw swipes later the head is nestled securely in my briefcase. And you know what? It feels good!
"Atoom...atoom."
My obsessive movie buff mind is cutting in: It was Khartoum.
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