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.
“Why are you doing this to me?”
“This is so embarrassing.”
More pictures and the whole “dressing Hobkin” saga at his website.
Going straight to Hell in a hand-basket. Vroom.