What Ever Happened To Mr. Met?
I never did find out who stole Mr. Met. Whoever it was obviously threw him in the attic cubby hole so that I wouldn't find out that he or she made him smoke a butt or two. Blasphemy. The thing that really gets me mad is that Mr. Yankee escaped without a scratch (although it's obvious that someone had spilled rootbeer, or the like, on his pinstripes). I have a pretty good idea who did this to my beloved Mr. Met. I did find one of my (male) cousin's favorite teddy-bears right beside Mr. Met and Mr. Yankee. Hhhmmm....vengeance is mine! (I know many of you probably think of me as a compassionate person who would never hurt another human being, but, let me tell you, I do have my limitations. You mess with Mr. Met, you're basically asking for the wrath of Bhakti!!!) :P
What condition is your teddy-bear/favorite childhood doll in these days? I know L>T has said that her beloved doll has been burried in an ant hole. If you'd like to share your story or some happy thoughts, please do so at the beep (if you don't hear the beep in say, 10 or 20 minutes, simply click on the 'Happy Thoughts' comment link to have your voice heard).