Have you ever named an inanimate object? (Your car? Your laptop? The volleyball that kept you company while you were stranded in the ocean?) Share the story of at least one object with which you’re on a first-name basis.
If you’ve read any of my other posts, you know that I’m a college student. Which means I shouldn’t have a stuffed animal that I go to sleep with. But I do. I have no shame.
In first grade, I got a stuffed animal for my birthday. For some reason, I had a tendency at that age to name everything after words that described what they did. I named my dog Happy, and I named my stuffed leopard Pouncer. Happy didn’t stick around too long (he got run over by an angry old lady), but Pouncer, for some reason that I myself can’t explain, is still here. Somewhat more whiskerless, but still here.
Stop judging me.