At least that got me out and running the errands that I have been avoiding.
When I came home, Erik had sent a you tube video of a cartoon children's program about a little boy and his Buddy doll- I swear it was as though some one had taped Erik's childhood! Buddy was the bad boy, Erik's alter ego, created havoc in the play room- spent a lot of time tied up to the bunk bed post and in the toy box with the lid shut _ time out Buddy!
Buddy still lives here. I took a few photos of him today being his bad boy self....
Parting his hair with this rusty sharp object...typical!
stealing matches, of course, as well as the little air plane bottles of gin and rum...
holding his baby lovingly but , his baby is not in good shape...
I think it has been drowned several times and the fire from the stolen matches found it's hair..His baby has died many times..
Buddy is kept in the closet now, with the other toys I can not bear to part with...Erik's first doll, named Eat A Cookie, along with his bear , Hamger ( hamburger), and Toppin' the rabbit ( named after another food item - topping on toaster strudel), Pumpkin, the monkey, Berry , the flying bear, and the only doll that was named NOT after food- Because I don't Want To,That is it's full name- the sassiest of the lot!
later in the evening- another dinner at a friend's -
Look what Turkey Santa brought!!!
And so the season begins! At this point I do not care to see another turkey- I hope that Celery Santa comes tomorrow. I feel as though I need to eat some cleaning supplies, celery will take care of that.