I thought I was all done Christmas shopping. Everything is even wrapped and under the tree. (Except for the two items I’m waiting for the UPS man to leave on my front porch. How do I love thee Amazon Prime? Let me count the ways…)
Then I came across this little treasure on Leanne Shirtliffe’s Ironic Mom blog. Corey and I rarely exchange presents, but this might be the gift for the man who has everything. Who wouldn’t want a Walking Dead action figure displayed on their nightstand?
On second thought, I’m gonna stick with the no gift policy. I can’t even be in the same room with Corey when he watches that show. If I had a half-rotted plastic mini-zombie in my room, I’d lie awake at night.
But maybe someone you love would appreciate a mostly dead guy with a knife stuck in his skull. Go ahead and steal my idea. Just don’t give one to Corey. Please.
