But mummies (or more specifically, their curses) scare the everliving out of me.
So when my dear friends Aaron and Lindsay went to the Middle East this past summer, they capitalized on this phobia. They returned with this little vial of sand from Egypt for me. wtf. The feet of pharaohs may have touched this. Perhaps some of it is dust that came from writing ancient rituals on the wall. And now it is sitting in my house.
- I wake up in the middle of the night to see the sand coming out in a smoke-like vapor
- One day it is suddenly empty, although the top is still glued on, there are no cracks, and there is no sand on the counter around it.
- The sand is replaced with a teeny tiny mummy all shoved inside like one of those ships in a bottle
- Other
6 comments:
The sand is replaced with a teeny tiny mummy all shoved inside like one of those ships in a bottle
I am not sure if it is the creepiest, but I think it id the funniest.
I think the idea of having the sand spill and spell out your name is pretty damn creepy.
I was going to say #2 until I read steven's comment. I like his.
What's worse? Fear of mummies or sea horses?
Why, oh WHY have I waited for 2 days to read this???
I definitely like (is that even the right word?) #2, but think it should be accompanied by creepy, Meggan-as-an-Egyptian mummies dreams for nights on end. That would make for some good blog material, anyway.
i think it would be weird if you got knocked up inexplicably (preferably in Wasilla) and when you birthed your "baby" it was a mummy made out of sand.
emmmmmyyyyy (i know you probably prefer 3's, but i appreciate that she has matching 5's) suck it is a GENIUS. who is this person?
-a
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