Blogger Swap-o-Crap 2006!

After the success of the debut of Blogger Swap-o-Crap, Fritz and I decided that it would be fun to do it again. Our plan: To swap crap and give directions as to what to do with the crap. From this experience, I have learned that despite our best intentions, sometimes greatness only happens once, like with Mr. Mister ... and it's OK. I just didn't feel the passion this time. But! Never fear, we did indeed exchange crap. We just didn't use it for its intended purpose. Still, it is a tale to tell, so here we go!:

I kissed my lobster finger puppet goodbye and sent her to Georgia. My directions instructed Fritz that she must show photographic evidence of the puppet interacting with at least 3 different people, such as bank tellers and traffic officers.

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That she must put the lobster on the conveyor at the grocery store and try to pass it off as a real lobster.

My package arrives!

I love that Fritz wrote "Do not fold, spindle, or mutilate" on the label. And look ... A handwritten note from Fritz!

I intended to take the bears to dinner, I really did. But here is the trouble ... a grown woman asking for 4 separate place-settings for her bears leads people to believe she might be retarded. Like the woman I saw at the mall, who had a stuffed monster she kept talking to and a ponytail atop her head, pulled up with one of these things.

Also, I am single.

I don't want to be at dinner with bears when my potential mate walks in. I plan to pull out all those stops after we are already betrothed. Also, I just didn't get up the energy to do this.

But never fear! The bears did come to good use. I gave them to Goodwill. But before I did, I stripped the "Hottie" shirt off of the one and sent it to you-know-who, who is beside himself.

Here is what his human wrote to me:

Monkey LOVED his hottie shirt. He's been bothering Beck a lot lately, asking for a Barbie Dream House and a Barbie convertible, so when the shirt arrived, it was like heaven sent.

So in a way, Blogger Swap-o-Crap 2006 was a success after all, because it became a three-way. I have learned that you can't force a good thing; you have to let it grow organically. Thanks for playing with me, Fritz!