dear jitter diary,
having the pre-blanket burning jitters is normal i think, after all it ain't everyday i get to burn up something i've wrapped around my body for at least twenty Christmas mornings- at least three of those snuggled with a snotty nose kid prolly, and a few with a big smart fat ass black dog and the rest with the grump and now becky- who finally took the final toll on my blanket. becky was harder on my blanket than anyone- but then my blanket was at the end of its' rope. i would catch my little princess pulling stuffing from small holes all the time until eventually she had it all pulled out and the little holes turned into giant long tears and that's led us to where we are today- the burn pile. i remember the day i could have fixed it. i'm glad i never did. it really is time for a new one. plus it really smells bad.
