Me, the Spoiled Child

Mike seems to think that adult cannot attain the pure happiness form like kids can (check out his blog). I beg to differ. My mental age is about 7 and I refuse to grow a day beyond that. :D Lately I feel particularly like a spoiled child -- the kind that goes home with a toy in their hand everytime they leave the house, those kind. Hubby bought me this couple of weeks ago:



It's name is Shiver, but I just call it "bear." I bring it to work with me and when things get remotely stressful I play with it. :D

Yesterday we went to Long's Drugs (where I saw the copy of "Man on Fire") and I fell in love instantaneously with this:



Today hubby went to Border's for his book seven of Stephen King's Dark Tower series, and I found this:



I just HAVE to have the sailor bear since hubby, too, is a sailor. Too bad it says "USS Ronald Reagan" on the bear and not hubby's boat. :(

All my loots together: