Stuff-tees #1

I've had stuffed animals since the dawn of time. I still have many from as far back as my infancy. I still buy them, I still sleep with them. I'm not ashamed. What I'm about to do will be the cause of the crippling shame. I have the belief that my stuffed toys are alive, have feelings and move about when I'm not in the room. I'm still a nerdy kid @ heart, I guess. I feel bad when I have to put them into bags or boxes and send them to off-site storage. The other half and I rationalize that all of the animals in different boxes and containers emerge in the evening to party the night away; as if they are on vacation in some swanky hotel. At least they're not alone; they do have each other. While this serves to soothe my guilt somewhat, I can't help but feel that they resent me for where I've placed them. So, this new series of entries will place a name to the face. Most of my animals have names, but some of them; were never christened. I'll provide some history and give them respect by naming them, photographing them and forever placing them in the blogosphere. They'll never feel left out or unloved again; no matter where they may reside or vacation.

Stuff-tees is the term given to stuffed toys by my best friend back in grade school. Thanks Mike!

To start things off; here is Brewster. He was purchased by the other half and myself @ a local Target. He is technically a dog toy; complete with a squeezie in his tummy. He has no eyes; but can laugh about it. Especially when he is made to do his The Swan impression. Say hello to Brewster.