Maybe I should join a support group for women like me married to men like Buzz...Hmmm, now I need to think of a name for it. Except I'd be the only member...
To tell the truth I'm feeling a little feisty these days. I think I'm gearing up for our 2 nights out in WDW where nobody knows me and I go beserk.
Ok, the rubby thing. I'll give a little background info. When I was little my grandma made me a quilt and I loved it so much. It just felt so soft and nice and cold. Yep, cold-I loved my blankie when it was cold. So I named it "Cold Blankie." See what a creative kid I was? I carried it everywhere-just like Linus. We left it in a hotel and my parents had to turn around and drive 40 miles to go back and get it-I was so upset.
Well, eventually Cold Blankie wore out-literally. Grandma made me another one and eventually that wore out too. And eventually so did Grandma.
So I had no more Cold Blankies. I had to make do so I substituted pillow cases. They felt a lot like Cold Blankie. Why does Buzz call it my Rubby? Because at night I rub it before I go to sleep. (and once in awhile during the day). I just like the way it feels. I'm a very, very kinesthetic person and am into fabrics and the way they feel. They're are certain clothes I won't wear like stiff t-shirts and others that I love. (fleece)
What I do, see, is I stole all my mom's pillowcases that she's had since we were kids and they're so old that they're nice and soft. I sleep on them until they start to wear out. Once they start getting holes in them, I make them my new rubby. I think I'm good for another 20 years with the stash I've collected so far.
And I still have pieces of the 2nd cold blankie as a keepsake from something my grandma made me that I literally loved to pieces.
It's in my basement in a box. Maybe I'll get it framed some day.
I hope you all still talk to me after reading this...Now that you know...