What love can do...or...Love Hurts

Hello all!

Before I get to the subject mentioned in the title, I wanted to let y'all know that I did land a sweet job! The interview that went so well on Tuesday panned out! So we're celebrating here. Yay!

Now onto the subject:

I've been meaning to do this for a while, but today presented the perfect opportunity. The photo below was not posed in any way by me. My son put the pair of Winnie-the-Poohs on the desk next to each other just like this. But they were both purchased on the same day roughly 5 years ago. On that day they looked virtually identical. But now these several years later, the love and devotion of a little boy whose best friend is a stuffed bear of very little brain has more than begun to show its impact on poor Winnie. Pooh made for great chewing material in the ear and nose areas, and on the back there is a spot where the boy put a "tail" on Pooh because he didn't really have one. It was more of a bump than a tail.

The constant companionship, death-defying stunts, trips to daycare and nights spent comforting said boy, have cost him his fluffy fur, the boy's naked period cost him his red shirt and many trips to the popular "Suds" night club here in the house have cost him his golden yellow color, leaving him a mere pale version of what he once was. But despite all that, Pooh is still the A1 favorite toy. It will be a little sad when it loses that position, but I think we'll hang on to him when he does.



Dave