After spending a couple nights in Seattle with Matt and our ill friend Jim (who is starting to recover from his broken arms and ribs), I came hope to this little stack of socks on my bed.
When I told Matt about this strange finding he told me to be scared… be very scared. He suspected that at least one of the girls was now a student of voodoo! Apparently it took the culprit a few days to gather up all the supplies to build a voodoo doll in my liking. Fortunately I was able to get home in time to foil my ultimate demise, before the completion of the doll!