December 7th, 2002

me

I am going straight to Hell.

Yep, I'm going straight to Hell. Not passing go, not collecting $200.

Yesterday, Matthew and I swung by the mall after taking me to a follow-up doctor's appointment. I was feeling marginally better and I'm annoyed that I haven't been able to do any Christmas shopping 'cause of being sick. We stopped at a "Build-A-Bear" store--y'know the kind where you chose a stuffed animal, stuff him, and then dress him. I'm a sucker for plush and just wanted to see what they had. Well we saw a Santa Claus outfit and . . . the idea of dressing Hobkin up in it occurred. Matthew says I came up with it, but I distinctly remember him egging me on.

So:


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More pictures and the whole "dressing Hobkin" saga at his website.

Going straight to Hell in a hand-basket. Vroom.