Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Stuck

The real reason for my back pain.

I knew that my husband had purchased this Voodoo Doll while we were in New Orleans. But now I know that it was really him that had stabbed me back there in Texas. He told me that it was going to be a decoration for our Christmas tree.

Now, I know better.


4 comments:

Mitchell is Moving said...

Oh, way too creepy. And now you can never throw that thing out (well, unless of course you read up on the proper way to do so).

Jim said...

Ouch! Maybe they were the first acupuncturists!!

Ms Sparrow said...

Hmmm, turn-about is fair play. You can just conjure up your own version of a voodoo doll and have fun with it!

MorningAJ said...

I could probably make you a spell to get your own back on him......