I have seen the Face of Evil. And it looks like this:

And this!

Until about the age of five, this face of evil was my bedmate. I thought he was the coolest. He even had a whistle and when you stuck it in his mouth and pressed his chest, it would whistle. Way cool. And you could tie his shoelaces.

And then my sister’s sleepover happened. My sister’s sleepover happened where I somehow wandered in while they were watching Poltergeist. And when they pulled the sheet up thinking that the little girl was there and all they found was the clown…

Well, life altering wasn’t the half of it and the clown was relegated to the closet.

Until today, because I will face my fears. I won’t look away. I won’t look away. I won’t look away.

Yeah, it’s going back in the closet.

Better yet…Ebay.

Okay, I am still scared. I need something happy to make me feel better. What could make me feel happy?

Hmmmmm….

I know!

And…

Okay, I am feeling much better.

Here’s a question for you: in a fight between Rainbow Brite vs. Ronald McDonald, who would win?

My money’s on Rainbow Brite. She’s got a tattoo…on her face.

That is BAD A#@.

Yours always,

Lynne with an E nvy for Rainbow Brite’s rainbow-patterned bodysuit