Sometimes You Can Just See It Coming

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This old gal…

Fell in love with the Squishaboo a few years back…still in love…still the mother of many…can’t imagine life without them…

Yes…they are cute…yes…they are soft…yes…they are loads of squishable fun…but their main purpose in this old gal’s life…is propping…these guys are perfectly propalicious…

Prop the head…prop the feet…prop the tablet…prop the phone…make a little square on the couch and prop the elbows since the shoulders can only hold the arms up just so long…

This husband of mine pooh poohs the propable squish pillow…but has sneakily lured one or two into his lair for his own use of propping…this triggering a packing for Texas conversation…

Her…do you want to take your Squishie to Texas?..
Him…no…we already have enough stuff…there isn’t room…
Her…it’s ten inches…it squishes…I think it will fit…
Him…no…I’ll be fine…

And so HIS little squishie got left behind…while her three…yes…she needs three…one for the head…one for the elbow…one for the tablet…squished delightfully between totes in otherwise useless cracks and crevices…

And then came the day of reckoning…not one week in…one of us sitting on the couch squishably propped…the other entering from the bedroom asking ever so kindly…

Do you think I could borrow one of your squishies to prop my head?..

And so it is…in life and marriage…sometimes you can just see it coming…and sometimes…if you aren’t on the naughty list…Santa might just be able to find you…even far away from home in Texas…in a cabin on the river…
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And those Squishaboos…agree…