Freaky Friday: Best. Nightlight. Ever.

Okay, first off, we got another dump of snow last night, meaning I was out bright and early shoveling the snow wall the plow-dude-who-hates-me left at the end of the driveway. Then, by the time I (finally) left for work, the snow had turned to sleet. It was like a demolition derby out there! Cars all over the place. So, that was fun. Not.

Now, on to Freaky Friday! Do you guys remember that movie "Carrie", based on the book by Stephen King, where Sissy Spacek played a teenager beset by ALL KINDS of f*cked-up problems, namely that she could basically kill people with her mind?

And there was that scene where her mother locks her in the closet and tells her to pray? Now, I don't remember if there WAS actually a Jesus nightlight in the closet, or if there was just a red light bulb that shone on a figure of Jesus, it's been a long time since I saw that flick, but I saw this nightlight, and I thought, "Carrie's closet!"

Yes, that's a giant clamshell behind Him. And smaller shells in front. I'm still trying to figure out the shell motif. Was Jesus crucified at the beach? 'Cause I don't think I remember that part.


Oh, but it's even better at NIGHT:

Dun dun DUUUUNNNNNNNNNN!

I will tell you right now, if anybody ever tries to break into my house through the kitchen, they're gonna see that thing on the counter and turn right back around. I know I would, anyway.

I love my Jesus nightlight.