My husband bought me something truly amazing the other day, and I really don’t think he did it on purpose. In fact, because he constantly has Man Vision (because he is a man, and cannot turn off Man Vision with regards to things like fashion or housewares or design, except in moments when I clarify things for him), I believe he thought he was buying me something that was actually nice and/or attractive. But he still wins, because as creepy as this gift is, it is also awesome.
He was at a charity golf tournament last week and there was a silent auction. In addition to a lovely bath product basket (Man Vision can clearly see that bath products are always a good buy), Tony bid on a coffee basket. Seems a safe bet, as we both drink coffee, and the money was going to a good cause (I have no idea how much money, but I will admit that my first reaction was too much)… but take a look at the cups that came with the coffee:
I’m pretty sure they’re plotting my demise.
I mean, take a look at that creepy face:
You want coffee, don’t you? Come drink it out of my head. I promise it won’t harm you. Hold my ear and drink… thaaaat’s it, drink. My pretty…
After my initial horror (and unfairly laughing at Tony that he would purchase such a thing – after all, he was trying to do something nice for me, and he truly did not think these were creepy at all), I realized that I will probably drink out of these every Halloween until I die, and probably force a cup on anyone who visits during the Halloween season (it’s a whole month round these parts). “Here. Have some coffee. Drink it out of my grotesque, pale, porcelain, silver-lipped baby cups. Guaranteed to haunt your dreams for at least a few days.”
Who want’s to come for tea?