Monday, January 14, 2008
When my sister and I were little, we loved our inflatable Weeble (as shown in this picture from way-back-when). I still have a Weeble (it is the cowboy Weeble from my little Weeble Ghost Town playset). In fact, there is currently a running joke between my mom and sister regarding my little Weeble. My Weeble is sitting in an empty flowerpot on my front porch, just sitting there in the dirt, and my mom keeps asking me if I'm growing Weebles. I know it's dorky, but if you knew me and my sister, you'd know that we find that funny, and that we wish we could grow Weebles. They just don't make small, round, plastic toys (that are only slightly dangerous or possibly ingestible) like they used to.