| September 4, 2007 | Filled under Internerd |
We gave up a long time ago on buying Gus stuffed animal toys with squeakers inside. He eviscerates them at an alarmingly lightening-like speed in order to get at the stuffing, and that gets to be an expensive hobby.
My friend Alice buys already-loved stuffed toys for her chocolate lab by the bagful at the thrift store.
If I didn’t have four hundred other sewing projects awaiting attention, frankentoys might be a good alternative.
And they’ve talked on the phone a handful of times. Oguchi called after Sept. 11 to make sure Otto and her family were safe, and Otto reciprocated after the earthquake and tsunami in Japan a little more than a year ago.Pen pals since 1949 meet up for the first time. So touching.
There is no greater happiness for a man than approaching a door at the end of a day knowing someone on the other side of that door is waiting for the sound of his footsteps.Marriage advice from Ronald Reagan, via Letters of Note
Learn How To Be a Starfucking Superfox!
Sigh. Anybody remember Groupie Central?
32 years ago at 7:22 a.m. Central Time I was born at Presbyterian Hospital in Oklahoma City. Birthdays on a Wednesday suck. I mean, how to celebrate?
RIP Duck Dunn. Hope you’re somewhere in the afterlife rocking out with Otis and Al Jackson. :(
You know, Bayer’s due for another disemboweling session; thanks for reminding me.
And I’m *thrilled* with the Frankentoys!! What a great (and environmenatlly conscious) recycling idea!!