I told you about Angela last night. That is Monica's new best friend, made from a cardboard tube. Let's take a look:
Here, she is preparing to grill up some food for dinner. I hope she doesn't get too close to the flame!
Angela is getting ready to chill out on the deck for a while. Maybe she'll have a drink.
Above, she realized that if she sits in a chair, she's very tall. I guess that's because she can't "sit." No waist, you know.
If she could afford expensive beer, she'd probably choose Molson Canadian.
But she can't afford Molson, so she drinks Keystone Light.
Here's a close-up of her face. The lipstick is a bit heavy, but she's kind of drunk.
Here is one last shot to show the full outfit. Nevermind the shipping label on her leg. She's traveled so far.
And there you have it, Angela! She's an important part of the family, now. She slept in the guest room last night, which should be fine, right? Yeah, except that when I walked in there, fresh out of the shower this morning, and flipped on the light, she scared the living daylights out of me!
*sigh*