At some point in my early years I was given a handmade Care
Bear, the Bedtime Bear to be specific.
In my opinion, the aunt that bestowed this gift upon me might have also
greatly impacted my passion for naps. I
like them lengthy, and I like them often. I sometimes think that if she had
given me the Love-A-Lot Bear I wouldn’t be such a judgmental bitch but where is
the fun in that.
Through what I can only describe as some sort of miraculous
phenomenon, I still have this bear. If
hoarders are at one end of the spectrum, then I’m on the polar opposite;
everything in my possession gets thrown out, given away or auctioned off on
eBay. This happens mostly because I hate packing things and then subsequently moving them. I’m on my fourth mattress in six years
because I always just leave them behind. Hey, grab that bag of stuffed animals and
those 38 pairs of shoes I’ve worn all of one time but go ahead and leave the
bed?
Taking this small memento of my past and making it part of
my future was just too great an opportunity to pass up. Also, how freaking cute are these pictures?
Happiest of Halloweens to you!
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