Hubs thought of the post title.
The B&B we stayed in was very nice and I have no complaints. Well okay. I have one. The decor kept scaring the crap out of me.
Um, around thigh-height and creepy as hell. It stared at us while we were watching tv.
Then we have the cowboy holding up the glass table top. Clever, no really. Also the exact same size as Miss nearly 6 - I yelled at it twice to 'get out from under the table and stop messing about.' Seriously though, so lifelike that it totally gave me the skin crawling creeps.
Did I mention creepy? I actually had to move him from the bedroom - you know, just in case he CAME ALIVE during the night and tried to eat my soul or something.
Not that I have anything against Native Americans or Cowboys.
Its good to be home. Being away was a great break (despite the best efforts of my delightful children) but its always marvellous to come home to the washing and the cooking and the chook house after they've been shut in for a week. Yes. Glorious.