For the plushie lovers out there
It's Plush Animal Lovers Day. At the ripe ol' age of 39 I still love me a good teddy bear/stuffed animal. Last Friday a little girl brought a stuffed Yoda into the library, and I kid you not, that thing looked like he'd been hand-crocheted. He was big too, about a foot and a half tall. When I asked where the child had gotten such a nice Yoda her mother replied "We literally just picked him up at the thrift store." I'm not big into Star Wars , not yet, but that was a niiiiiice Yoda. I'd have had him in my plushie collection in a heartbeat. That said, I don't have a Yoda in my plushie collection, largely because I'm not a big Star Wars fan (again, not yet). I have nothing against Star Wars , but I've never seen the movies and thus couldn't be a fan. Once again, not yet. That might change if I ever see the movies. I do like Harrison Ford, after all. But no, my plushie collection is pretty standard, consisting of the critters seen...