"We're a happy family. With a great big hug and a kiss from me to you, won't you say you love me too!"
Ah, Barney. That loveable children's character of the 90s. It was very odd that on Thursday morning, that song go into my head. Why? Perhaps it was a warning that later, at 11pm, I would open my front door to find a 4-foot, 25-pound stuffed Barney.
You see, we skipped our small group's Christmas party to hang out with Hubs's parents. But, I had already put together the white elephant gifts, so we sent them along. Note to self: never give white elephant gifts without being there to regulate what you receive.
Our lovely friends decided to put a gross t-shirt and visor on Barney and then put more gross presents in a bag on Barney's lap.
One good thing came from this: Ransom loves Barney.
He immediately went after Barney by shaking him around and dragging him all over the house. When we finally had to hide Barney for a while, Ransom laid in front of the door and whined.
The next day, Ransom killed Barney.