the purring shark!

[thejunipertree]

A couple of weeks ago, The Engineer and I ventured to a store called Warehouse Liquidators or some such nonsense. He was looking for a new television and I was just tagging along (actually, I drove. So I reckon I was doing more then just tagging along).

He didn't have any luck, but I found myself a new friend.

This is

Wheezy is a plush shark. Who purrs.
Yes. You heard me correctly. He purrs.

I found him in a box of other plush sharks, all with the same tag hanging from one of their fins.

Now, I'm a shark freak. And I own several plush ones (including Jean-Jaques, the gay French Hammerhead and Bitey, the mute Great White)). But, one that makes noise? When you squeeze it?! I could not resist.

So after test squeezing several of them (most only made a sort of asthmatic sigh), I settled on Wheezy, who makes a rumbling and purring sound. I tormented the Engineer with him all throughout the store.

And now has come the time when Wheezy noticed my webcam and asked, no demanded to be let in on the LJ action.

At first, he was more then content to be just included in the photos.

But then, he started edging me out of them.

What a camera hog! It got to be quite annoying. Finally, Wheezy and I exchanged some words (which were not of the polite nature).

And after much debate, he settled down to his life as a plush side kick.

I sometimes wish I could put sound in my entries, so you could hear his purr. This is me assisting Wheezy in what he does best.

Yes. It's three in the morning and I'm quite delirious.

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[meetzemonsta.livejournal.com]

You want to hear something really funny?

When I was just a Wee Tara, long ago, I had a game which was handed down to me from my two older brothers. Jaws: the Game.

Scary, right?
heh. You don't even know.

Now, the game was set up like so: it had a large plastic shark that sat up on its fins. The bottom jaw was attached to the mouth with rubber bands. You put various and sundry small plastic things into the mouth (truck tire, shovel, etc. These came with the game.) and the object of the game was to fish out the items with a long plastic hook. The person who fished out the most things without the jaw snapping shut on them was the winner.

By the time this game was given to me, most of the small items (I remember they were all dark blue) had been lost. So, all I had was this freaking big plastic shark. This I used to carry around with me constantly, being the strange child I was.

One day, I decided it would make a fabulous tub toy and I took it into the bath with me. I made it swim, just below the surface with the dorsal fin sticking out of the water like a real shark, in the tub.

At this time, I became freaked out because there was a shark in the tub. Jaws never took another bath with me.

Before any of you miscreants laugh at me, may I stress the fact that I was quite young? Like perhaps eight or so? Yes.

hrmph.