Monkey Weasel's best friend in the whole entire world is Pooh Bear. She treats him like her baby, feeding and swaddling and talking to him regularly. Over the years she has accumulated a collection of Pooh Bears and treats them all with equal love. Disappointingly, he can not attend school with her. As he is a bear of very little brain. So every morning she brings him to me swaddled like this, and asks me to babysit.
When she returns from school she always asks if Pooh Bear was well behaved and never believes me or Mr. Weasel when we tell her of his wild and crazy antics and how he made us pull out our hair all day.
So today I decided to document the dark side of the Hundred Acre Wood.
First, as per usual, the rest of the gang came downstairs and they all headed straight for the liquor cabinet:
They drank so much they started seeing flying Heffalumps:
Pooh then decided to entertain his peeps by putting Monkey Weasels hamster in the hamster ball and making him Hamster Dance for his poor life while Pooh fished for cats:
Once they got bored with that, more friends were called to join the party. They grabbed some snacks and headed for the living room. Thus breaking yet another rule in Weaselville, that all food and drinks remain in the kitchen:
Seriously people, it was like a frat party around here! These guys were Phi Beta Snookered, all the way!
Soon enough, Tigger figured out the drinking and bouncing don't mix:
He swore he would not ever drink again, but that's what he said last week. So I'm not buying it.
Shortly thereafter, this is what my living room looked like:Now that folks, is exactly what happened and I have the photos to prove it!
Monday, April 6, 2009