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My dad just called me outside to try to salvage some of my stuffed animals. I didn't want them in my room anymore, so I put them all in a bag, and we put them up in the attic. But sometime after that, he decided it was a good idea to store them outside. Who cares if they were in a plastic bin? Even if they hadn't gotten soaking wet, condensation crap would have happened and they still would have gotten moldy, you idiot. So this one that my grandma made for me completely rotted and all the little beads fell out everywear, and the face melted onto a bunch of other stuffed animals. I had a few with the little thing you turn and it makes music, you know, and those obviously don't work anymore. I had a babydoll that laughed when you squeezed it. It was one of my favorites. And I had a little pillow, probably 4x6 inches, with a cute little scene with Peter Rabbit embroidered on it, that had the little thing you turn to play the Peter Rabbit theme-song-thing. I really really liked that! I would have given it to my first born, and they to theirs... You know? It was really cute! I took off the little pillowcase to wash it, so maybe I can get another one made, but I don't know what happened to it. Maybe the dryer ate it.
But seriously, how stupid is my father?? Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
But seriously, how stupid is my father?? Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.