Thank the Gods I happen to have my buddy Doogan around. He's been with me for 31 years. He's always there when I have a pity party. He's put up with 20 years of my PMS, and he still welcomes me with open arms and a good snuggle.
Am I weird? or does any other thirty eight year old still turn to a "stuffed animal" friend? If I'm weird, I'll own it and carry it proudly.
PS- Thanks for listening to my pity party last night :)