I don’t know what just happened, but it was expensive.
My sister, while hanging out here with my broadband rather than their dial-up, introduced SK to the world of Webkinz and the pleading began. Don’t you know my son was the only person on the planet, maybe even in the entire universe if aliens have toys, who didn’t have a Webkinz?
As fate would have it, the pricey little downtown gift shop I absolutely adore and therefore never, ever enter unaccompanied by my very sensible husband, had a sign out front for a Webkinz sale this morning. In I went.
SK made it pretty clear he wanted a Boston Terrier, and I found one. Mission accomplished.
A ringtailed lemur?
I’m sorry, but when a stuffed animal can make a thirty-six year old woman unaccompanied by children break into an impromptu performance of Madagascar, complete with “I like to move it, move it…” and even a little hip action, there’s no leaving it behind.
And then I found out I spent enough to get a great sale price on a third Webkinz. So now we’re the proud owners of a Boston Terrier, a ringtailed lemur and a frog.
Or rather, SK’s the proud owner of a dog and a frog. King Julian’s mine.
Did I mention they also sell Yankee Candles?
I think my swipey card has a charlie horse.