GUILTY!!

When I was 17 years old, I was a ward of the State & was required to visit w/ my parents up North. Upon one visit, I just happened to see this medium-sized yellow, extremely huggable teddy bear. It happened w/o my conscious thought. I apparently started carrying HIM around the house & just couldn't put him down/ didn't know why!

By Sunday, we could not be separated & my mother said, "Why do I get the feeling I will be seeing that bear waving to us from the back of the bus?"

She was right...I named him "Pookie" (before I even knew about Garfield's teddy) & even today when I was feeling down
I held his gray-yellowed, limp body next to mine & I felt better.(He has not left my side since age 17)

I turn 44 next month..........so, anyone wanna give us a hard time about having a cuddly toy? Dare ya!

Here's to our cuddly toys! DAYZEE9