The Misadventures of Woody the Cowboy Doll: Volume 1

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

As embarrassing as it is to admit, I asked my husband for a Woody doll this past Christmas. Even worse, he knew how bad I wanted one, so he actually bought it for me. Woody is the perfect companion for the Buzz Lightyear doll I received for Christmas back when I was 16 years old.

In addition to his pull string of catch phrases, Woody even recognizes when you've removed his hat (thanks to a motion sensitive chip in his head or some other kind of Disney voodoo magic like that). As adorable as it is to have an actual talking cowboy doll, sometimes Woody just starts randomly talking to himself ...

... like when we're sleeping ...

... in the middle of the night ...

... in the dark.

One day, Clayton and I discussed the possibility that Woody is in fact very real and runs around the apartment entertaining himself while we were at work. I questioned Joey on the matter since he's home all day, but he didn't have much to say on that subject (or any subject for that matter).

But so began a new game Clayton and I like to play ...

Clayton came home from work yesterday and I greeted him at the door in a panic. "Something horrible happened here today," I said, my eyes wide with fear. Clay walked further into the living room and immediately saw what I was talking about.

It was a gruesome scene.

There are currently no suspects ...

... or are there?

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