The Uprising: When Toys Come to Life

The toys are trying to kill me. I’m pretty sure I’ve discovered the source of all the mysterious bruises that keep appearing on my legs. Also, I may have a broken toe. I was sitting alone on my couch this evening, minding my own business, quietly typing away on a brilliant blog post for you. Only the living room lights were still on -- the rest of the house was dark. I thought it would just be a quiet night to sit back, write, and enjoy a nice glass of the Pinot Noir Aunt Stephanie provided as a distraction for gifting the muppets two Power Wheels. ("Do not try to drive over your brother!") I heard a slight buzzing noise behind me. I turned, slowly, as the rattling grew louder....more
Working at a preschool about killed me.more