Spring semester lesson #19: You’re never too old to love your stuffed animals.
S has Ollie and the Buddy (name TBD, she says). C has Seymour. I have Ryan the Lion and Cuddles. Nope, we’re not five years old. But we love our stuffed animals nonetheless.
Brief story that illustrates this deep, unconventional love: When my roommate went to Grand Valley State University this weekend to visit her boyfriend, she left Ollie behind. Our friend Jenna (oh look, what do you know, another shoutout) was studying in my room Saturday night and decided it’d be a good idea to panda-nap Ollie. We thought it was funny.
My roommate, on the other hand, didn’t agree. (I should’ve known better–you don’t get between a girl and her favorite stuffed animal.)
J lives in another building in our complex, so S and I decided to go retrieve Ollie late Sunday night. It was cold. And raining. A lot.
While we were standing outside my dorm, S turned to me and said, “Did you bring your umbrella?” “No, I left it in the room.” “Okay… run!”
I ran. S, on the other hand, ran while shouting, “I’m coming Ollie! Hold on, buddy! I promise to never leave you again!” — like a mother running to rescue her kidnapped child. Which isn’t a far-fetched description of the event. (Except, you know, the fact that Ollie’s a stuffed panda. But whatever.)
We tore through the lobby of J’s building (passing my friend MG who thought we were completely out of our minds) and ran upstairs to her room on the third floor. Her door was open, so I stood in the stairwell while S crept up to her room to steal Ollie back. She dashed in, grabbed the panda, and ran out–which ended up being completely unnecessary, because J wasn’t even there.
Still, we ran downstairs, stopped to explain ourselves to MG (“Is this a sorority thing?” “NO. It just happens that our mascot is a panda and my favorite stuffed animal is a panda.”), then bolted back to our room when S realized J was calling her. I don’t think we stopped running until we were back at our doorway.
Moral of the story: Don’t steal your friend’s stuffed animal. You have no idea how attached she might be.
While I may sounds like a crazy lunatic here, you don’t understand the deep connection I feel for Ollie and the utter distaste I had for Jenna at that moment in time. I proceeded to threaten Jenna’s panda, Mo, that if anything happened to Oliver again, Mo would feel the rath (of SAC-AC). Just saying, don’t think I’m crazy. Everyone needs someone to cuddle.
“We are the wrath of SAC, we will attack!”
I feel ya, girl. Anyone touches my lion and they’re getting it.
SAC and company :)
Maybe one should learn to keep a closer eye on their Panda!! Cough Sam Cough Cough!! Love you!
I thought you’d enjoy this one. :)
Annie, when I saw your title, I thought you were going to post the picture of you in the bin with all of the stuffed animals! While your story was really funny, I want to see that picture!
I wanted to post it, but I don’t have it on my computer! I was going to call Mom and ask her to email it to me, but I wanted to get this post published so I could get back to my history paper (barf).
a March 15, 2011 I steomimes wonder if you chose the most loony people to write about. (For disclosure purposes, I wrote to you, but you never looked at my profile, much less even gave a “thanks, but no thanks” canned response.)I have no delusions of self-grandeur, but it seems like at worst, I would have been written up as a “nice guy, no chemistry”. Isn’t that what most first dates are like (internet and otherwise)?
I’m not sure if I’ve ever received anything from you, but it’s true, I do choose the most loony people to write about. But then again, isn’t that where all the best stories come from?
SAC is out of order in the pics btw..OCD? Yes, sorry :)
I know! But I wanted the pictures to line up with the text, and it sounded better to have it go Sam, you, me than Sam, me, you. You know?
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