twenty one year old woman to carry around a stuffed animal unless it was
recently purchased. In an ideal world, I could carry a teddy bear everywhere,
matching them with my outfits. I would demand that others acknowledge my bear
with a welcoming kiss followed by a warm greeting using his full name. Each of
my bears has a fascinating back history and interesting opinions on topics
ranging from the weather to politics so I expect everyone to remember at least
on detail about him because there will be a past/fail test later. Failure
results in severe hissyfits and pouting. It is the one strand of childhood
innocence that I have left and I intend to keep it.
Pooh Bear and I say "Right on!"
Covered with fuzzy bits, but I asked permission.