In April 1984, the Easter Bunny hopped into our home and bestowed my sister and I with matching Thriller muscle tees. It was the BEST EASTER EVER.
Over the course of his life, Michael Jackson touched a lot of people. I couldn't believe the news when Sissy texted me today. Wacko Jacko was...dead! I decided to bring my MJ doll out for a special photo shoot to commemorate this sad occasion.





I especially like Kitty and the doll.
Posted by: Mary Ann | June 25, 2009 at 10:41 PM
That can of soda was your son's brainchild... :)
Posted by: the odd broad | June 25, 2009 at 10:48 PM
And Farrah.... that's truly devastating!! I always wanted those awesome flicks
Posted by: Emma from Sydney | June 26, 2009 at 02:43 AM
I'd like to bust out that Thriller muscle tee and the purple painter's cap with the pins....Michael is in a better place where the air is always heavily oxygenated and he doesn't have to wear a mask over his face. And his nose is intact.
Posted by: Sissy | June 26, 2009 at 07:44 AM
That doll is going to be a hot commodity now...better get him insured.
Posted by: Sissy | June 26, 2009 at 07:45 AM
Thanks for making me laugh...that was so funny!!! I love the cat picture
Posted by: Jenn | June 26, 2009 at 07:54 AM
Work is depressing today, the students only know him as a child molester and not a musical genius! I wish I had one of those muscle tees. Didn't you have a glove as well?
Posted by: Amy | June 26, 2009 at 09:05 AM
i would love a pic of that in a frame. just hilarious.
Posted by: Steph | June 26, 2009 at 12:57 PM