Tuesday, August 31, 2010

This is not how I envisioned my life.

I'm a sand bucket, not a drum kit.

I should be at a peaceful beach right now, helping Miss C. build sandcastles. Instead, I'm taking a beating at the hands of Master W. who seems to have taken lessons from Animal.

Monday, August 30, 2010

Stop pushing, Yellow!

You'll get your turn later.

She's going to pick me first, anyway. Pink is her favorite color, you know.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Your free gift...

... compliments of "My Hotel".

Thanks for staying with us. Come again!

Friday, August 27, 2010

Welcome to "My Hotel"

Miss C. will be your concierge, bell hop, waitress and housekeeper. She has prepped your room, turned down the bed and... eaten... the mints on your pillow.

We hope you enjoy your stay!

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Now look what you've done.

I told you to stick to the main track, but noooooooooo. You just had to take that "shortcut", didn't you?

Wednesday, August 25, 2010


I tried hiding, but Miss C. found me and bagged me as her latest "gift". I feel like one of those pitiful bagged carnival prizes.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Saturday, August 21, 2010

They call this an I-Spy Bag.

All "I spy" is an innocent guy getting crushed by a giant bag of rice.

Where's a super hero action figure when you need him? I swear I saw Spider-Man around here somewhere the other day...

Friday, August 20, 2010

She's crazy about me.

What can I say? I'm simply irresistible.

I may be an ordinary train to the rest of the world, but to her I'm a rock star.

Thursday, August 19, 2010


Did you listen to anything I told you yesterday?

Hands and hot grills don't mix. Got it?

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Wait! Wait!

Didn't Miss C. teach you anything about kitchen safety?

Never, ever turn on a burner without a saucepan or frying pan in place first!

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Monday, August 16, 2010


This is the strangest beans and rice dinner I've ever seen. Are you sure Miss C. knows what she's doing in the kitchen?

Sunday, August 15, 2010

So much for my perfect driving record.

It's not like the accident was my fault, you know. If Mrs. Peterson's dog hadn't run out into the street right after my last drop-off my bus would still be in one piece.

I just know my insurance is going to go up. This stinks.

Friday, August 13, 2010

It's dark under here...

...and the dust bunnies look decidedly unfriendly. I sure hope Miss C. comes back soon.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Don't you know who I am?

I'm not just some nameless, faceless toy. Okay, so I may be faceless... but it wasn't always this way! I was once a beautiful princess, one of Miss C.'s favorite "babies".

Now the only person who wants to play with me is Master W. And I think the term "play" is stretching things a bit. These days I'm just a chew toy in a fancy ball gown.

Oh, well. At least somebody still wants to play with me.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

This hotel has got everything!

Snacks, table and chairs, a comfy couch and even a fully-stocked library. Miss C. really pulled out all the stops when designing this place.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

I never thought I'd wish to be a board book.

Around here you've got to be tough if you're going to withstand Master W.'s fists of fury. Just the other day I watched him tear apart The Runaway Bunny's book jacket. I just pray I'm not next on his hit list.

Monday, August 9, 2010

Sunday, August 8, 2010

It's been way too long.

I've been feeling a little lonely ever since Miss C. ditched me for her mama's real vacuum. Then Master W. spotted me and I've been cruising the hardwoods again.

Man, it sure feels good to be loved again.

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Frog legs taste terrible, honest!

And I'm not just saying that because you've got one of mine in your fist. They're really rather gamey and there just isn't enough meat on them to make it worth your while.

Friday, August 6, 2010

He's on a mission.

A seek-and-destroy mission, if you ask me. I was almost finished baking Miss C.'s berry pie when Master W. came along. Now all of the eggs are broken, the cookies have crumbled and the pie is oozing berry goo into my drawer.

Thanks, Mr. Grabby Hands.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

I agree, it's not the most glamorous way to travel.

But let me assure you, dangling precariously from the back of a suitcase lends a certain amount of excitement to the hotel stay. I'm definitely living dangerously!

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

My career is really taking off.

Miss C. gave me a promotion this week. I  used to be an ordinary building block, but now I'm a steam iron at her sewing table. This is going to look fantastic on my resume.