Anyone seen a cute, smallish, brown teddy bear that answers to the name of Lou Bear?
Jeebus, here we are on day 27 of “where the hell is Lou Bear, now?”.
The little SOB looks all sweet and innocent doesn’t he? Well, he’s not.
He’s always getting himself lost. I’ve found Lou Bear in all sorts of places, including the trash can in the office, under Peanut’s crib, in my laundry basket under all the clothes, in the bottom of the toy chest, and inside the Fisher-Price barn toy’s silo. Really, it’s like having to keep track of a third child. I’m barely keeping track of two.
The soft, cuddly little shit is always trying to sneak his way into places he knows are off limits. The car, the bathtub, the sprinkler, outside…
Where the hell is that little bugger?
If I don’t find Lou Bear before naptime today, there is going to be hell to pay. I’m all outta funds, so I am desperately searching for Peanut’s beloved Lou Bear.
Who knew Lou Bear would become Peanut’s favorite possession? Obviously not me. ‘Cause had I known, I’d have had a paging system installed in that damn bear so that it wouldn’t get lost anymore.
I’ve looked everywhere and I CAN’T FIND HIM. Peanut is starting to foam at the mouth now out of sheer panic.
If Lou Bear causes yet another “no nap” day, I swear I’ll…do nothing.
Lou Bear has me by the proverbial balls. There’s nothing I can do to Lou Bear. Peanut would be devastated and end up in therapy at the tender age of two if I harmed that stupid bear in any way.
If you see Lou Bear, tell him, in a very stern voice, that he is to return home immediately if not sooner. Peanut misses him and Peanut’s Mommy is very, very mad.
Thanks for your help.