This morning, our large skeleton woke up wearing a high top.

**What Happened:** This morning, as I wandered into the living room, I was greeted by a sight so absurd that I nearly dropped my coffee. Our life-sized skeleton, affectionately named “Bony” (creativity at its finest), had somehow managed to get his hands on a can of spray paint and a pair of bright red high-tops. With vibrant splashes of color on his once-sterile white frame, Bony now resembled a bizarre mascot from an off-brand Halloween store, fully ready to strut his stuff down the street.

**Why It’s Funny:** I’ll never understand how a skeleton with no muscles or sense of style managed to pull off a look that would make any fashion influencer jealous. There’s something hilariously tragic about a guy who used to scare kids getting ready for a casual stroll with the swagger of a runway model. I couldn’t help but laugh at the juxtaposition of his adorably goofy enthusiasm and the fact that he literally didn’t have a leg to stand on—just a pair of flashy shoes waiting for someone, anyone, to put them to good use!