THE TOYBOX IS FULL

Current mood: unstuffed and missing a whisker

Psst. Hey kid....

Down here. In the bottom of the toybox. Yeah. under the koosh ball, next to the rubik's cube with the 4 missing squares. Watch out for that rubber snake- it's been up a few noses. Stupid kids. ANYWAY, sorry to see you here. No, really. Nobody likes to see a kid like you in a graveyard. You still have your tags on, and your stuffing hasn't been ripped out by the dog. I loved that freakin dog, and that ungrateful kid. It's sad. But I guess it's our own fault, huh? We were shiny and fun. New and exciting, and different. But then the dog throws up on you. Or the kid drops you in the mud puddle, or rips your ear off on the fence walking home. And then we're not so cute. OR maybe the new playstation comes out, or the kid hits puberty and starts looking at porn instead. Whatever. It's all the same. But at least we know that we were fun. While we lasted. That's not something that all these toys can say. Some of them sucked- they just had good marketing. GAK? come on. And who the hell brought the matchbox corvette to the party? That one is a beeyotch.

But we all have one thing in common- we all knew deep down that we weren't gonna last forever. I realized that the night a cigarette melted half of my paw. There's new crap being tossed around in focus groups right now, ready to hit the shelves. Who knows how long we'll have their attention. And who cares. We made it out of the test markets, home from the store, out of the box, and we were fun. We were even fun in front of company. We were fun! And even though we're in this dark smelly OVERFLOWING toybox now, at least we haven't been tagged with a green dot that says "fifty cents!"

So it's nice to have you, next to the sock puppet and the hackey sack...at least until summer, because it's too freekin cold for a garage sale now.

Now move over. Don't bogart the glow worm.