Do you remember the
Furby? I had to draw one last night on
Draw Something. This brought back
memories of my Furby. I don’t remember
the bastard’s name though. I, along with
thousands of children, got suckered into the Furby craze. I, however, was not a child…I was 29. I took the thing to work with me so I could
properly take care of it. It was cute
for a day or so and then it was really annoying and needy. When I ignored it enough that I thought it
had died, I put it in our trunk we kept at the end of the bed and
forgot about it. Tiffany and I were
asleep several months later when we heard, “Feed me. Haha,” followed by continued gibberish. We woke up in terror. We whispered to each other, “What was that?” We began planning our line of attack because
clearly a robber in your house in the middle of the night is going to be
laughing and speaking furbish. As we were crawling around the floor in attack-mode,
looking for weaponry, Tiffany stood up and said, “It’s that god damn
Furby!” I stood up, opened the trunk and
the bastard blinked and laughed. We gave
it to Goodwill the next day.
If your kids have
emptied all the candy out of their Easter eggs or you’ve run into a clearance
sale on plastic Easter eggs, here is an
easy craft you can do at home with a sharpie, some felt, pipe cleaners, tiny pom
poms and hot glue.
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| Craft Source |
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