We have a new friend in our house. His name is Earl. And he has no skin. Or, for that matter, a heart, lungs, blood, or even hair. We try to tell him that fish oil will do wonders for his hair growth, but he has no ears. So we let him be. Earl is my constant companion. When Tyler goes to school, he leaves Earl at home, just in case I want to talk to someone. He is a little more realistic than my cow beanie baby. When Tyler is home, he takes Earl out his box and let's him roll around on our floor. Earl loves that.
Some of you may be wondering why we named our friend Earl that fabulous name. If any of you are familiar with the always heartwarming rendition of "Earl Had to Die" by the Dixie Chicks, you will appreciate his heritage. Those black eyed peas tasted alright to me!
Please give a warm welcome to our dear friend Earl!
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| Earl goes Shakespeare! |
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| Earl at play. |
1 comment:
Earl is my grandfather's name. :)
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