To preface this, anyone who knows me knows I have a very dark and twisted sense of humor.
When my mother passed away recently, I was given the bulk of her possessions. I finally went through all the boxes, and one day, as I was going through some of my old baby clothes, I lifted a tiny dress out of the box, and underneath that dress was this.
After the WTF IS THIS?! reaction, I threw the doll out.
Hours later, around 9:30 pm, I had this visceral NEED to have the doll back so much that I had my two sons go out to the trash can and find her.
She brings me endless amounts of joy… so I named her Joy. As in, “This is my dead mother’s murder baby, Joy.”
I delight my twin sister and best friend with endless photos and videos of Murder Baby Joy, or MBJ for short.
Now, is it possible she’s controlling me, and that’s why I find her so adorable? Most likely. Will she, one day, rule the world? I believe so. Is there a specific reason I have her in a pot? Yes, she can be upright, watch over me in the darkness, and command my dreams.
![Album Art for Thinking of You (I Drive Myself Crazy) [remix]](https://lastfm.freetls.fastly.net/i/u/174s/d239eabfe8b7164ecccae29c9c5df203.jpg)
Girl, I’m getting Annabelle vibes.
I could not stop laughing when I read your comment! SOOO FUNNY!!!
I’m so sad my edit fixing that one photo didn’t make the cut! Hahahaha.
HAHA! I just need to create a whole new social/online presence for MBJ at this point.