Mojo's Favorite Mother's Sheep Collection, Volume 3
Bean Bag Easter Sheep!
Mojo's Favorite Mother also used to collect sheep. Not anymore. At least, this is what I gather, since she has given me a huge box full of things she once collected and now wants to get rid of. When I ask her why all she says is "I'm throwing things away." Mojo likes to think that it is her own influence, simplifying her life through the Craptacular, now rubbing off on her loved ones. But there is also the nagging suspicion that her Favorite Mother has just found an excuse to send her boxes of crap. Which is it? Only time--or an irate phone call from her mother yelling at Mojo for something she said about her on the Craptacular--will tell.
Are you into those Beanie Babies? Neither am I. Nor was I ever. I don't know anyone who was. Of course, someone must have been, because otherwise Mojo would not know the phrase "Beanie Babies". But I digress.
This is NOT, repeat, NOT, a Beanie Baby, but one of those knock-off things that flooded the market after the Beanie Babies had already peaked. At least this is my theory. The truth is I was not really paying attention at the time. All I know is, I never hear people talk about any of these things anymore, so I assume the entire trend has peaked. So once again Mojo is late out the gate, trying to interest people in stuff that was popular several years ago.
What is it, you are asking. It is a bean bag sheep that was apparently marketed for Easter. As you can see by the tag it is part of a limited edition Easter collection called "Lumpy's Bean Bag Gang". Using Mojo's brilliant deductive reasoning skills, she is supposing this fellow is NOT Pinky Bean Bunny or Whitey Bean Bunny or Bluey Bean Bunny or Quacky Bean Duck. That leaves Curly Bean Lamb. For some bizarre reason our pal Curly here (say, do you mind if we call you Curly?) is embracing a felt egg. Why? Mojo should know better than to ask why an herbivorous animal would be so interested in an egg, but her life is so dull she occasionally winds up waking up in the middle of the night wondering such things. Like the new movie coming out with a bunch of male cows with udders. What's up with that? Granted, Mojo was upset when a recent Disney movie about wild horsies showed horsies lapping water as if they were dogs, so perhaps she should find a hobby or something rather than try to enforce biological laws on fictional animals, but There You Have It.
What do you have? Nothing, unless you bid on our friend Curly, here. As an added incentive you will also get the much-ballyhooed Certificate of Craptacularity, or as we shall call it here "Papery Bean Cert". Gee, I just don't have the skill to name things cute names, huh. Another bitter disappointment in my pathetic life. At least my name isn't "Lumpy", however. Mojo is bad enough, but I don't mind it when I note there really isn't the tiniest thing attractive about "Lumpy". Unless your name happens to be Lumpy and you were just about to put in a bid until you read that. Just my luck....