Sunday, August 29, 2010
Day 7: My Best Friend
Some days I want to call Pookie my best friend. Today he walked up to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek and told me how much I mean to him. But Pookie, Portia, and Daisy aside, my best friend is my teddy bear, Santan. I've had 'Tan since I was 6 years old. She was a Macy's bear, given to me by my grandmother, when she was mailed for Christmas. My bear has been with me through it all. She has traveled with me, she has flown with me, and she has sat on my bed for the last 20 something years. She is beautiful and tattered, but she means the world to me. She has hugged me back as I gripped her and cried about one idiot boyfriend or another. I love my bear. Santan is my bestfriend. And my bear can kick your best friend's ass.