Monday, September 21, 2009

I Hope That This Never Happens To You

You know the feeling when you find a fantastically priced house in the perfect neighborhood, with all the right schools and the gorgeous parks? It's like you've hit the jackpot. But they never tell you about that one strange neighbor .... with a problem... until it's way. too. late.

It all started like any other quiet, stay-at-home evening in the Finnegan household.

A family dinner,

Mrs. Finnegan and little Fanny watching Battlestar Galactica,

and Mr. Finnegan and young Barkley doing some sudoku,

but they couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right.

It was as though they were being watched somehow.

"...RUN FANNY!...."

They tried to escape, but they were really no match.
A criminal investigation was conducted where a suspicious piece of downy hair was found with a trace of tuna fish residue. The authorities haven't been able to question the Finnegan's neighbor, Crazy Eye Mishi, who coincidentally didn't report in for duty at her job down by the docks that night. Neither the Finnegans, nor Crazy Eye, were ever seen or heard from again.

*No dolls were harmed in the staging of this post.


  1. Oh I am already waiting for the next one. This was so funny!

  2. Sofia - thanks lady! I hope to live up to your expectations! We'll see what the Finnegan household has in store for us. But I think I need to change the name of the little boy Finnegan to Davis. It just seems right somehow.

  3. I'd say you have too much time on your hands, except I know better!

  4. Jen - HA! I know right? It was obviously quite late, as is usual for blogging in this household. But also the best time for genius.

  5. treevis - it's been way too long since i've checked your blog! this is amazing