I’ll get up tomorrow at 5am.
I’ll serve our country until noon. I’ll drive 6 hours with this pervert I know from blogging.
I’ll spend the night in a haunted asylum where over 60,000 people died.
A couple other blogging friends will be there.
We’ll leave the asylum at 4am and crash.
I’ll change my soiled drawers and think, “I can’t believe I just did that.”
yeah, i don’t want to be all all picky but waverly hills was not an asylum, it was a sanatorium.
not a nuthouse, but an old timey tb treatment facility.
reading through the history is kind of sad and inspiring.
i can’t imagine it will be scary. maybe though. i mean old hospitals are just laden with asbestos so there’s that.
good luck!
@mrs hall, For most of its existence, it was the latter term, but it housed elderly peeps for a bit under a different name, and the top floors had mental patients on them, the speculation is. So, we might both be right, but you’re righter.
Take TONS of pictures!!!
@Jess, I tried to, but it was dark and stuff.
Don’t you know you need to wear Depends?!
Wish I could’ve gone. It would’ve been fun to hear you and Adam squeal like girls.
@SL, I totally wore them!
I made the right decision to stay home. Your children have been crying for you since you left. Or maybe they’ve been crying because they can see what’s coming for you…
@PB, Silly children with their tears.
I don’t usually have to work/play any where near that hard to soil my undies.
@Always Home, I like that you harbor no secrets on the internets.