The Rivalry

I'm not embarrassed to say that I still sleep

with a stuffed animal... his name is Buddy Bear.

Now Buddy Bear has a little bit of a back story..

In my head Buddy is gay.. in his mid 40's and 

in the summers he'll occasionally sneak away to P Town 

for a few days... you know.. the norm.
And his butt use to smell like lavender.
(he was an aromatherapy bear in his prime)

Well for some reason my roommate has had a 

rivalry with my cuddly companion and it all started 

with this photo that she took of him.

Yes.. she put him in this scandalous position 

and captured it on film! 

I left him in NY last weekend and received a text message saying 

"I think something happened to Buddy Bear. Oops."

And came home to find this!

So last night I had guests staying at my apartment 

and my loving roommate told me I could stay in her

room while she was away for the week/weekend.

Immediately after she sweetly offered she squinted and said..

"but he's not allowed in my room."

I accepted with a smile and when she left... 

I sent her these.

Doing work.

Stretching.

Just lounging around. 

Um.......... ya know..

And then after I sent those... 

I took these.

What... he got tired.