|Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the luckiest of them all..?|
Omg. Blogger just ate my post of blogger mirth. The Alanis Morisette irony of life.
Anyhoo, the story went as such.
I was gutted when I found out that Mortimer the Lamaze Moose had disappeared from the Libero club gift store.
I had been scrimping and saving for him since Bolle took a particular liking to his cousin the bee about ten days after she was born, and the love still lasts, amazingly.
|«Please, free me from my plastic prison»|
As I was surfing random blogs to soothe the pain at the discovery of him being sold out, I came across the blog of Hildegirl, who lamented being in the same predicament.
I left a comisserating comment.
A few days later, Hildemor left me a comment on this blog, with the happy news that she had contacted Libero to complain about their lack of Moose. Meese. Whatever.
It transpired that Libero had in fact a whole box of Mortimers hanging about in their office, for times of crisis such as these.
Hildemor’s moose-less days soon came to an end. Perhaps I too could attempt that route, she suggested.
|Able to breathe outside his amniotic sac.|
I rushed to the Libero site, only delayed by it inexplicably being offline for several days.
And lo and behold, received an email a few days later, stating that our very own Mortimer was in the mail.
And so, this turns from a tale of woe into one of mirth (thank you, Scaryduck).
Had it not been for blogging, and for Hildegirl more specifically, there would still be a Mortimer shaped hole in my life.
|First flight in our naturally Christmas decorated green living room.
Any ideas for permanent decoration received with thanx via Pintrest..
Thank you, blogosphere. And Hildegirl :oD
|An instant hit! May it last for another eight months.|