You know, I tried to think of some way to explain this, but I kind of can't -- it's just, what do you expect when you're putting your pajamas on and then all of the sudden there is a llama on your head? You would be shocked too, right? I know I would be. Mostly because from what I've heard, llamas don't always smell all that fantastic. Although: diapers. That's all I'm sayin'.
We got this Tinkerbell flashlight for Christmas, and almost every time it gets used, we end up confiscating it, because apparently "Don't shine the light in the cats' eyes!" is code for "DO IT! DO IT NOW!" Which I should totally know, because I don't think I'm a moron, but then again nobody ever thinks they're stupid, and yet I am perpetually surrounded by clueless wonders.
(Oh, and not that you asked or anything, but when I was in high school and college I used to complain that I was a dork magnet, because the #LOFNOTC would, like, stalk me and stuff. I outgrew my distaste for geeks and ended up married to one, but the trade-off was to become a superpowered idiot attractor. "Be careful what you wish for" is the moral of that non-sequitur.)
Uh, yeeeeeeeeeeeeah, I don't know what this face is either. Shae and I were messing around at bedtime, and G took this picture. Maybe there are some rock horns out of frame that we can't see? Dunno. I am just glad that I am not in this picture, because I am having a bad hair life and also I started breaking out again for some reason and I am 35 years old and too old for this crap.