Today's Letters: Dear Mr. Loerke, last night when I came to bed I saw that you were on my side of the biscuit. I gently tried to move your arms and legs but all of a sudden you started convulsing. Right as I was about to turn on the lights to wake you out of your night terror you jumped up and started laughing. I was so surprised and confused. Kind of like the time you leapt out of bed and swore a gigantic spider was trying to invade your face when really I was just lassoing my Woobie to make him cold. Sometimes you are a peculiar husband. But you make me laugh and that is one reason why I love you.
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My husband and I both died laughing when we read this. Being former blankie owners ourselves, we knew exactly what you meant. Thanks for a good heart-felt laugh.
I'm having a slow moment what is a Woobie?
jess, always fun to meet other woobie owners. please tell me you still do the lasso?
han, a transitional object also known as a blanket that most people stop sleeping with by age 6. husband and are special.
My oh so special husband has a woobie, no, make that 3! But he calls his "goggies." He also lasso's and does all sorts of crazy things with them. Is it weird that he turns 30 this year?
bnesmith, 3 woobies? and he knows how to lasso? he's a keeper. i'm 30 and have come to fully embrace the fact that i still sleep with my transitional object. no shame ... perfect for capes, cast making, lassoing, and keeping your face cool at night. xoxo
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