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| And yes - if you're wondering, I do believe they were calling out for me from the confines of their plastic grave... |
I had kept some of my childhood toys in the unbelievably vain hope that I would someday pass them on to my spawn. Well, that time has come - Baby Abandoned Toys is on his way. But with one look at (and smell of) these critters, I realized that there was no way in hell that I was going to let my kid snuggle up to one of them.
So they needed to go. Which brings me to my second unbelievably vain hope - that somebody else would want my funky smelling/looking old toys! Needless to say, it is very, very difficult to donate used stuffed animals to charity - most likely because of the bed bug epidemic. But I also imagine it has something to do with the fact that no matter how much you launder a beloved childhood bear, you can never really get his matted fur into a semi-presentable state (or smell).
So, with a heavy heart, I watched my better half put the toys in a garbage bag and walk it down to the curb. I then refused to exit the apartment until the trash was collected the next day - luckily, there had been no rooting through the bag; I don't think I could have handled seeing my critters strewn across the sidewalk and street.
I kinda feel like I had this coming - biblical parables are ringing in my ears ("Lest not ye be judged"), as well as a few of the secular variety (rocks and glass houses, pot calling kettle black, etc). I hear you, cruel universe - but the blog must go on!
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