savagemama: 23 Pounds of Pure Belligerence

The other night I dreamed that Lucille was the Exorcist. Well, not the exorcist really, but the little girl whose head spins around in the movie. In my dream she chased the rest of our family around with a broken pencil and sent us, in fear, to retreat in our car. “Seth, get in the car!” I yelled scooping up Eliza and our dog Imogene. We finally escaped to the safety of our Subaru and little Lucille stood at the window shaking her pencil at us, wearing one pink croc sandal. Read the rest of this story »