Really, is there anything more frightening than this?
I suppose tomorrow’s will be scarier, but maybe I’ll accidentally drop a dishtowel over him or something. Right now his little coal eyeballs are following me around the room while his Vincent Price meets Frosty voice (or so I imagine it) screams in my head, ONLY FOUR MORE DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS, YOU STRESSED-OUT, PROCRASTINATING FOOL! MUAH-HA-HA-HA…
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