The Happy Woman Store

Larry’s primary claim to fame is the fact that he has survived with his neck intact for about 6 months now. For some reason, Larry has escaped the grisly fate of all of Coco’s other stuffed toys: garrotting within 24 hours. With all of the other toys, Coco goes in for the kill almost immediately, ferreting out a weak seam like a Rottweiler going after a filet. But, in this case, Larry has received the utmost respect, even affection from Coco. She pulls Larry up onto her bed and rests her sweet doggie head on his little llama head. She chases Larry when he’s thrown, but not to tear apart lustily, instead she rather daintily brings Larry back to the thrower. If I didn’t know better, I might say that somebody’s got a crush on a little llama.

the Mother of Invention….

We bought this perfectly okay clock radio a few months ago so we could know what time it was in the bedroom when we needed to know what time it was while we were in the bedroom. All was well until I had a bout of insomnia wherein the gleaming green numbers felt like a strobe light piercing my brain when the lights were out. For a while, we heaped dark clothing upon the face of the clock at nighttime, but a faint glow still emanated from within. Yesterday, I walked into the bedroom to see this scenario: my lavender eye mask hooked gracefully around the face of the annoying clock face. The perfect solution, dreamt up by my always enterprising husband. And, I’m sure the clock radio is enjoying the aromatherapeutic benefits as well. Heloise, eat your heart out — he’s all mine!