like mother, like daughter

BratzBasher had a dream the other night.  I don’t remember all of what she told me about it, but there was a part when she had to go down in a sort of elevator and meet with Death, who demanded she pay a tithe in fabric.  This was a regular occurrence in the dream, but she was surprised one day to find that Death was not waiting for her.  Then she heard a flush, and he later came hurrying into the room.  I hope he washed his hands.  Here is a picture she did on the computer, inspired by her dream:

potty... of DEATH!

Click on the image for an enlarged view.  The script is worth the trouble.


About foo4luv

I'm a married, bum-around-the-house mom with one child, BratzBasher, who is the only thing in the universe cuter than a bunny nose. I enjoy reading, crafts, sewing unusual Halloween costumes, and taking long walks through Jo-Ann. View all posts by foo4luv

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