Goober-ness.

Ever since I first clapped eyes on him stuffed unceremoniously into a wire rack in a random toy store, I've had a Thing for Goober bears, by Gund. I know I've got a rather massive toy collection as it is (I'm sure there's beds somewhere in the spare bedrooms....) but I think it would be Goober who would complete it. As a result, Mummy gave me a little Goober-like bear she found today, named Cody. He has a little Goober-ish belly. (Thank goodness he doesn't have a shirt on - Phoenix tends to suckle them off, and then bury the bear - unscathed - under the bed in a little shrine with my socks and dust bunnies. Strange cookie).

I know. I know. I shouldn't be allowed to integrate with society.