If you read this blog, you may remember that I have a shiny new nephew:
Did you see his foot?
When I visited him, I decided that he’s now Tiny Nephew, because he’s only like six pounds. Tiny Nephew has three older brothers. Here is my favorite picture of all time:

Aren’t they just too much?
But that’s not what I need your help with.
One day of my visit while we were downstairs fawning, someone, who shall remain nameless but is a nephew that can walk and is pictured somewhere in this post, was upstairs in grandma’s nursery playing with the toys. As he has been well-trained (unlike my kids), he put everything away when he was finished.
Except for one thing:
That’s how I found her after they went home. Facedown and alone on the nursery floor.
Poor thing.
I know how she feels.
This photo needs a caption.
I needed to put this out there before the Rapture, because it’s been on my to-do list for a week and I’m tidying up my loose ends. If they don’t take me, then at least I’m ahead.
Can you help me out? I’d offer to share my bacon with you but #5 won’t let me have any. But I can offer up a Starbucks gift card that will get you a (as in one) latte.
Post your captions in the comments through 6pm EST Saturday, May 21 and I’ll pick a winner. If I’m saved though, I’m drinking your latte.
Ripple: Putting the “Raggedy” in “Raggedy Ann” since 1920.
Alert: APB on Raggedy Andy prime suspect murder Raggedy Ann. Call 1-800-CRIME WATCH if seen. Andy armed and dangerous – do not confront suspect.
Why do they even call them roofies? Why not floories?… Or what about groundies?
Those make so much more sense.
“I’ll think I’ll rupture my liver before the rature comes. “
I think she may have ruptured more than her liver.
After a hard night’s work, Raggedy Ann rests before Raggedy Andy come to collect from last nights earnings. A girl’s work is never done.
Okay, I might have gone too far. I couldn’t help myself. Sorry!
Definitely not too far. You kind of read my mind.
Well if there is a rapture comin’ I am done…hahahahahahah. I have a tattoo appointment on the 27th though, I will be choked if I miss it cause I am dead…
Can we safely assume there will be pics?
No…..More……Tequila……………..it makes my butt hurt!!
hehehehehe.
Its a good thing for Planned Puppethood, I knew I shouldn’t have taken that drink from Andy.
Planned Puppethood. HA!
Raggedy Ann awoke groggily to find that she was, yet again, fall-down-drunk and being arrested for indecent exposure.
“Again!? Where the hell is Andy?”
Great concept for a post!
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Wish I could think of something for the doll..but oh what a precious wee baby!
Chris
Isn’t he though? I discovered I took an equal number of pics of his teeny feet as I did his face.
Bum!
If it is any consolation, I’m already in the 21st and I’m still here. No signs of any end of the world yet. Even the sun is shining. 🙂
Better not end – tomorrow is my first wedding anniversary – I’ll be really annoyed, after the thousands our visa battle has cost, if I never get to break this enforced celibacy!!!
I think you have until 6pm. I expect you to add “Surviving the Rapture” to the list on the T-shirt of monumental obstacles you have overcome when you truly get to celebrate your anniversary. Which I hope and pray is really, really soon.
Apparently, I survived one back in 1992 or 1994 or something that I didn’t even know about! Saw a poster about that somewhere in my travels around the internet!
But yes, it is safely May 22 here now and Australia has survived. Unless, as I have seen suggested, the rapture works on USA East Coast time. Doesn’t sound logical – it would be late for most of the rest of the world!
“Typical man. I’ll bet he wouldn’t treat Barbie like this.”
Stupid blonds.
“Uh, dude. You’re not gonna post this on Facebook, right?”
Too late!
That was the last time Raggedy Ann ever accepted a drink at the bar from Mario.
It’s the mustache. You can’t trust the mustache.
She would have been raptured, if only she had worn clean underwear.
HAHAHA! Who knew it was so important? Dammit.
Not amused by Ann’s decision to moon him on rapture day, Jesus decided she would be better off staying here.
I can’t believe I didn’t get here before 6. Damn my sons prom.
Sons are nothing but trouble. So are proms. I’d still like to hear your caption.
Ohhh…what a beautiful baby! No, not raggedy’s ass! I’ve seen that before. I have a mirror….
I’ll not offer a caption… but I am offering you a higly valued major award over on my page, in today’s entry. I toyed with naming it the Fragile Award (“It must be Italian!”) in honor of “A Christmas Story”… but nah. I just like your stuff!