White Bear

December 3, 2012
Meet the infamous "White Bear."

When I worked at Dillard's, the company gave all their employees a bear for Christmas. Trying to make up for the crappy work environment that started from the top of the corporate chain... but that's another story. When I brought home White Bear, I had no idea what I had just done.

You see, my then boyfriend later to be husband and my BFF/roommate each wanted MY White Bear. I have to add, that White Bear is really soft. Like really, really soft. The kind of soft that's almost slick and cool to the touch. Both of them have trauma from childhood because they didn't have a comfort item like me, and always wanted soft things to touch or hold. What kid doesn't have a comfort item like a blankie?

Anyway. A fight broke out. With me and my White Bear in the middle.

There was clawing and hair pulling and screaming and teasing and chasing and wrestling. I thought those two were going to rip my White Bear in half! They will admit to nothing, but I know I have photographic evidence of the fighting and pouting somewhere.

I had to beg, borrow, and plead with the dock boys and HR lady (aka, my Mom) for two more white bears. When I brought them home, we had a picture of the three of us with our white bears taken.

And then I wrote each of our names on their paws. I'm no dummy.

The only problem now is that between us, we have five kids who each want their own white bear too.