My mother and I love to go thrifting in search of treasures. It's mainly the hunt of it that thrills me most. You just never know what you're going to come across when you're inside a thrift store. Which is why when I saw three shiny, red boxes on the shelf last weekend, I knew I had to get a closer look. I mean who wouldn't be curious as to what a Marie Osmond Fine Collectible entails.
Of all of the possibilities that ran through my head prior to opening the box--and believe me I had some strange ideas--none of them came anywhere near the horror that actually awaited me.
Perhaps a bit closer of a look?
Dude. And I thought
Hedda was creepy. Marie Osmond has some 'splainin' to do.
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