Thursday, May 7, 2009
showing just how much of a dork I really am
So I have been working crazy hours all week because of a project at work, and ended up moving back into my mother's house for the week because she lives 15 minutes from my job, whereas I live way further. I'm packing up tonight to go home tomorrow from work. Sunday I will be back here for an engagement party and then maybe Monday night if I have to stay late for work again. I'm sitting here thinking about all that I have to do this weekend- laundry, go through all my mail, pack for my upcoming trip, visit my Nana to give her her meds, and somehow, all I can think about, is my teddy. I have this big stuffed polar bear that one of my mother's friends got me the day I was born. At the time, he was bigger than I am. It used to be white, but is now a dingy brownish-grey color. The bow that was tied around his neck disappeared ages ago. His mouth is gone. His eyes are chipped. Basically, anyone who sees this thing is afraid to even be in the same room with him. And he is the greatest gift that anyone has ever gotten me and the greatest man ever. Being that he is pretty big, I don't get to take him a lot of places with me, so I absolutely cannot wait to get home tomorrow and cuddle with my man! Expect a picture post on Monday morning. My mother sometimes teases me and asks if he's going to be in my bed on my wedding night. Totally appropriate. (Maybe not the wedding night, but certainly every night after that...) So be honest ladies, do any of y'all have a favorite stuffed animal since childhood? Tell all.