A blog post by Mortimer, a class assignment for the Creepy Doll Reform School
Last Sunday we took advantage of the spring-like weather and drove to Royse City, Texas.
Once we arrived I needed a good stretch of the legs.
Somehow mom captures me at my worst moments.
I tried out the balance beam. Clearly I am Olympic champion material.
On the swing set with Tore Bellis.
Mom had to play too. I really like how I’m in focus while she’s blurry. By the way, we didn’t plan to wear matching colors. So embarrassing!
And now the best part. Here’s actual footage of me touching the sky!
big bertha's adventures 
Mort, you really seem like you are in your element and I’m looking forward to seeing your performance in the 2024 Olympics. These photos are going to look great in your scrapbook, too! Your mom has one of those for you, right?
Thank you, Chance! I believe I can bring home the gold medal for The Shark Club! (the Shark Club is its own country, right?)
Mom says if I want a scrapbook I need to make my own. The same with homemade cookies. Ugh!
– Mortimer
At first glance, this seems a bit creepy, but now I’m digging Mort and his adventures. I have a cousin who, as a child, communicated to adults via talking dolls. Her lap dummy was named Erick. The family deemed it appropriate and normal, so why not this.
Hi Phil,
Haha! Yes, creepy indeed! I have some friends who absolutely want nothing to do with my four ventriloquist’s dolls – they are too creepy.
Others have warmed up to the dolls’ antics and some were always on board with the creepy factor.
The best is when the dolls are actually requested and/or missed when I don’t bring them to appointments!
Thanks for reading and commenting.
Denise
Welcome. Comedy is always good.