Security Check

There's this term. "Woobie."

Many of you may remember this word from the 1980s movie Mr. Mom.
The younger son, Kenny, has a security blanket that he calls his woobie.
In an attempt to break him of this habit, his father solemnly explains,
"I understand that you little guys start out with your woobies and you think they're great... and they are, they are terrific. But pretty soon, a woobie isn't enough. You're out on the street trying to score an electric blanket, or maybe a quilt. And the next thing you know, you're strung out on bedspreads."

Well, I have a "Woobie".

I got it Christmas of 5th grade.

It has been replaced once.

It started out as a penguin blanket.

But it got too worn out.

*sniff* *sniff*

It had to be replaced.

It was a hard transition, but I made it!

I HAVE to sleep with my "Woobie".

It all started when I went through puberty.

I was VERY self-conscious of my "early development".

So I used it to cover up a lot when I was watching TV, etc.

So, Woobie, made me feel secure.

Now I think it has something to do with the proper weight distribution.

Sheet, comforter, Woobie.

If this weight distribution is not achieved,

sleep does not come easily to me.

Yes, even in the summer . . .

I just have my legs and arms sticking out of the blanket.

I know, a little juvenile.

A little weird.

But "IT'S MY WOOBIE".

Once, on vacation with my friend, Emily,

I woke in the middle of the night and discovered

that she had "swiped" my beloved Woobie.

In a rage, I grabbed it away from her and yelled,

"That's MY Woobie!"

Yes, it comes with me to every sleepover,
every girls night, every vacation
(even used up precious suitcase weight and took it on the cruise)

You probably think it is silly
But It's my Woobie
And I Love It!

And that's all that really matters, right?

Don't mess with my Woobie!