I know, eh?

Let me feed them some beer and see how they talk then!!!

Maybe I should put a toque on him. I've already pressed their noses a dozen times!!! Sorry but it's train and then car ride. I must entertain myself.
Lord knows I wanted to take him out of the box. I was talking to him earlier. Like "gosh darn it Chunk - no flash you're a dark mess - flash you're an albino Zhu Zhu"
Okay story. First of all I can't even tell you the level of joy and satisfaction I had to find both of them. I am competitive. I walked out like "no one knows what I have in this bag." "Do wanna see?"

So Paula - I do feel like a goddess.
I can just imagine! That is exactly how I describe my daydreaming about finding them.
It was a store that it is a small independent old time toy store downtown. All the chains looked at me the best perplexed but usually like I was a tad off.
So I've been there a couple of times and phoned too. Almost had a fight the first time but won't bore you. YOu know when third person gets involved and thinks they know what's going on. Hate that.
Yesterday I went at opening for one of my checks. She said, "no but maybe shipment has come in and we don't know it". Okay then.
So I phoned later in the day before the Raptors game. Nope. But I had this weird feeling. Like someone was saying something at the end of the call. Like they really were there. Not like they were lying - just a mistake. Just a feeling. But I had to go the game.
Isn't that weird that you had a feeling!
So this morning - no work and I'm still downtown (Toronto I mean) and I think I'll phone before I catch my train. And she says yes. WHAT??????



. It's only been hours since I phoned. I ask how many and she says six.
So I say - since it's a small customer driven store not a chain - I'm downtown already can you just hold two for a short time. NOPE she says.
OMG!
So I throw my things in a bag. Go into panic mode. I'm actually saying, "Lisa deep breath. It's okay. What will be will be. Calm down"
Run for the streetcar. Miss a friggin streetcar. Stomach drops. Start walking to the subway and think shoot am I going to make it to my beloved Zhu Zhus in time? I spot another streetcar. Hallelujah. Run to the subway. Run up the stairs at Queen station. I'm sweating at this point. It's mild and I have a winter jacket on - fifties. And I just put moisturizer on not thinking I'm in for a Zhu Zhu run.
OMG! I can feel it all. The anxiety. The sweating!
I'm coming my Zhu Zhus. I'm coming.
Hahaha
I get to the store and don't see any behind the counter. That's where they always turn when they say "all out". Stomach drops.
And I ask with great excitement and intense fear.
She grabs the keys. Keys?

Zhus Zhus are captive here.

Locked up.

Rumour is they drink too much beer.
And no more six. Two. TWO - did you hear me? TWO. Thank the Lord. And thank the person/people for not taking all.
And I take em. MINE. They are mine. No groin hits. Nothing.
So PM the addresses please and thank you. I refuse to send hem regular mail. My brother endlessly blasts US postal. Regularly meaning when we sent our presents to them. However, I have to figure out Fed EX here in town. At my downtown place I had numerous courier options in walking distance.

Oh boy!
So much joy finding them. So much. No accessories. Sorry.