Knobby

So sometimes, my mom uses the knobs on my bedroom wardrobe doors as her own little personal play-world where she hangs random things in the early morning which could potentially shock the soul out of my living daylights when I finally wake up. (Which would be hours after she's woken up, and cooked and cleaned and extensively assaulted the supermarket of all its physical contents) (She wakes up at like 5am everyday to resume her freakish schedule of never-ending caffienation, I sometimes suspect I was born with coffee in my blood already)

Today, it was THIS fresh landscape of horror.



Like, I literally gasped.

Note the size of her new hangers compared to the standard-human size behind it. I mean, yes I've gained a couple of zingers and I might one day need to update my wardrobe up a size or ten. But I suspect this is taking it a step too far. Oh momsie!