Right now, I am waiting patiently for my Molly doll to return home from the doll hospital. She needed a new head.

I had a dream last night where they sent home the "Molly" doll. They had reattached AGT23's head to her body. They had removed Molly's arms and legs, and in their place, attached giant fingers. The fingers had bright red polish on them--gross, but I added that in to show you the bizarity of my dream. The doll was able to talk, and more than that, attack me, like the Chucky doll! She called herself Joanna.

All I can say is. . .whoa. . .and. . . weird.