Just now, I went into the half-bath to get something. I was walking kind of fast, lost in thought, and as I rounded the corner into the darkened bedroom, something came looming out of the bathroom doorway at me.
I thought YIKES! and jumped back about two feet.
Then I saw this, right at head level:
I'd been sneak-attacked by a ginormous Spongebob, left to dry by our friend R, who was down earlier to do his laundry. How embarrassing.
I wasn't going to post this, but...
It turned out kind of cool (stolen from the bibliophile):
Reading: Fragile Things by Neil Gaiman
Playing: a mix CD from my Secret Santa :D