I've had to send out "Missing" notices to family and friends for my oldest daughter's beloved Pooh Bear. I always include, "Smells like feet" in the description.
I spent 16 years in the television business. I worked, by turns, as a writer, director, producer, casting associate, and the gal who gets everybody’s Starbucks order. Later, I spent time as a counselor at an outpatient program for adorable teens with un-adorable psych and addiction issues. Working in the orbit of actors, rock stars, comedians, and teenagers prepared me for my current gig as the stay-at-home mother of a kindergartner named Bob. Now, it’s like the circus has come to town everyday. I am living the dream.
I've had to send out "Missing" notices to family and friends for my oldest daughter's beloved Pooh Bear. I always include, "Smells like feet" in the description.
ReplyDeleteI love it! Everyone really does have a story to tell.
ReplyDeleteA tiny window into another life.
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ReplyDeleteHow sad! I remember when Ian lost his "bicket". He was 10.
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