Eeyore, my good friend...

For years I've had a good friend that I've kept sitting on my bed. His name is Eeyore, see isn't he cute?


He's been a good friend, always there to lend a soft squishy body to be squeezed either while reading a good book or having a good cry. He never talks too much and completely unlike his personality, he never is grumpy. He actually doesn't say too much. One time in college, Eeyore even got stolen. See, look...















But now I am saying good-bye to Eeyore. He is going to Goodwill along with a lot of other things. I don't feel too sad, because in all truth, Eeyore hasn't sat on my bed for about a year. He's been stuffed underneath my bed waiting for a rainy day when he was needed again. How can I do this to a friend so loyal and true you might ask? Well, it's because of this, my own personal life-sized Eeyore.



Don't be fooled by that cute little grin and the mischievous glint in this little guy's eyes. Add 25 years and a whole lot of video games and IBC root beer and this little guy has the disposition of a grumpy old donkey. He has a cloud over his head and everything. Just the way I like him...