It's all over. Whew. I'm exauhsted! Rebel has left the building!
I had a lot and I mean A LOT of fun playing with my cousin, but man, am I tired! Granny and Pawpaw came and picked him up yesterday and I just crashed!
When I awoke, I noticed my toybasket was lower, A LOT lower...hmm...where were all my toys? That's when I remembered, Rebel and I...ummm...well, we played a "little" rough with some of my stuffies...like a "little" rough as in there was stuffing everywhere and the floor looked like a giant cloud...like it was crying stuffing!
I didn't notice it at the time...I was high on the smell that only polyester stuffie stuffing can give you. But now that the fluffy inards have settled and my playmate is gone, I realize, there were mass casualty stuffie losses.
This post is in honor of: Spider, Deer, Christmas Bobo, Elephant, red Bawk Bawk and Tug Truck.
Yes, we killed six toys.
I feel so ashamed.
Mom packed them in a garbage bag and slowly picked up the remains...a spider leg here, a santa hat there, a few squeakers thrown around and more white stuffie inards that you can shake a stick at, and put them in the bag as well. All the time mumbling about the "massacre" that I was a part of.
A moment of silence for my stuffies.....
Okay, well mom said she'll have to buy me NEW stuffies! Yay! I get to go shopping! New toys! I think I'm over the Stuffie Massacure of 2009!