I went to the park today and found this little baby toy. Long story short, I took it home with me and I'm naming it Joey. He looked like a Joey. The fact that he doesn't have distinct facial features is irrelevant. I wrapped him up in napkins and he's going in my purse forever and I'm taking him everywhere with me for as long as I shall live. I've even typed my own paperwork for the godparents. I need a couple of people highly responsible in the event that I die and can't care for the child. First come, first serve.










