tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592655422199331070.post2934795857931332800..comments2024-01-01T14:26:02.052-08:00Comments on The Question of the Day: Question of the Day #717Suzanne Casamentohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08306151428658707692noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592655422199331070.post-8090569582513191592010-10-15T17:13:34.857-07:002010-10-15T17:13:34.857-07:00I still have my teddy bear and a little squeaky be...I still have my teddy bear and a little squeaky bear my dad gave me before he died in '66. I also have replicas of Mrs. Beasley and Chrissy, plus some childhood books.Rena Joneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02328844122193024220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592655422199331070.post-20527933242179421772010-10-15T14:07:36.200-07:002010-10-15T14:07:36.200-07:00The hippo is out of the closet -- I love it!!
I ...The hippo is out of the closet -- I love it!! <br /><br />I don't actually have anything I sleep with other than my husband, unless you count the piles of books from my nightstand that threaten to invade the bed at any moment!Sherrie Petersenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11670339498152684137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592655422199331070.post-32955495507575955602010-10-15T12:24:08.854-07:002010-10-15T12:24:08.854-07:00I have a stuffed moose named Moosey. I got him whe...I have a stuffed moose named Moosey. I got him when my husband and I were forced to live apart for a short time about 4 years ago.<br /><br />I also have a bear named Special Ed (my mom's first attempt at making hand-sewn bears), a stuffed Kermit and a bear named Bertie that I got in London.Little Miss Sunshine Statehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17711983216022805951noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592655422199331070.post-69237526067774825942010-10-15T08:38:25.583-07:002010-10-15T08:38:25.583-07:00I love you even more for admitting you sleep with ...I love you even more for admitting you sleep with your hippo. My husband gave me a stuffed monkey a few years ago. Whenever I am away, I take the monkey with me. Sometimes on my lap on the plane...Dawn Iushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01546425873531022196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592655422199331070.post-66180236820630764462010-10-15T07:29:39.894-07:002010-10-15T07:29:39.894-07:00Stuffed animals in cars is just wrong...unless you...Stuffed animals in cars is just wrong...unless you're traveling with small kids. I'm hanging on to all my old stuffed friends by giving them to my kids!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592655422199331070.post-67889671080573204592010-10-14T17:42:20.474-07:002010-10-14T17:42:20.474-07:00I still have my two baby blankets in a bin in my c...I still have my two baby blankets in a bin in my closet. I tried letting my kids use them, but they didn't take to them, so back to the bin the blankets went.Ara Burklundhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03449683179737319913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592655422199331070.post-16481326138118495212010-10-14T16:45:34.379-07:002010-10-14T16:45:34.379-07:00I have a little lamb someone gave me as an adult. ...I have a little lamb someone gave me as an adult. And when I had to have surgery, Little Lamb went with me. I'll take whatever sweet comfort I can get in this crazy world.Tricia J. O'Brienhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05993110400088806252noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592655422199331070.post-72638758176208106612010-10-14T15:50:09.627-07:002010-10-14T15:50:09.627-07:00No, Mz. G. I was not referring to you. Believe it ...No, Mz. G. I was not referring to you. Believe it or not, you and your blankie are not alone!<br /><br />Crazy coincidence, I'm watching Oprah and they just mentioned a poll Travelodge did that states 1 in 4 men travel with stuffed animals. I suddenly feel way more cool. ;)Suzanne Casamentohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08306151428658707692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592655422199331070.post-77298429079154325452010-10-14T14:57:38.846-07:002010-10-14T14:57:38.846-07:00You couldn't be talking about me, could you? ...You couldn't be talking about me, could you? I am not afraid to admit I still love sleeping with my blanket. It's just the perfect sleeping accessory. I can sleep without it no problem, but when you have such a great sleep aid, why would you cast it aside?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592655422199331070.post-2228156453282429122010-10-14T13:43:27.524-07:002010-10-14T13:43:27.524-07:00I sleep with my Grrr Tiger, a fat bellied cartoon ...I sleep with my Grrr Tiger, a fat bellied cartoon tiger who used to make a purring sound when you squeezed him. But he is over 20 yrs old now, and has laryngitis. I also have a small beanbag giraffe named Little Callee who has traveled the world with me. No lie, I have her in pictures from trips to Cancun, Paris, and on and on. (what's wrong with ME... LOL... hlding her helps my fear of flying so I just go with it)Carol Bnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-592655422199331070.post-72521862138763375202010-10-14T13:29:25.228-07:002010-10-14T13:29:25.228-07:00I have a whole range of stuffed animals. My most t...I have a whole range of stuffed animals. My most treasured is Ellie the Red Elephant. She has been with me wherever I gone since I was six months old. When I die, I want her cremated with me.Bish Denhamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13359927719391990534noreply@blogger.com