Anthony finds it disgusting, but I still sleep with a doll I have had since I was two. She is called Jammie Pies. She has a safety pin that is stuck inside her. It used to hold her pacifier. Both of her hands have had to be recover with new material by my grandma, which adds to its worth. Sometimes, when I am sitting up in bed, she lays on my shoulder like a little baby.
I thought I would have set her to the side when I got married, but Anthony and I are not really cuddlers when we sleep, and I like to have her in the crook of my arm.
I remember traveling with her when I was younger.
She is also a great weapon. Because her face is plastic, I would often use her to beat my
bothers brothers and sister when they were attacking me.
I know this is a little weird, but it can't be worse than sleeping with a cat or a dog.
PS Anything we should know about that you are sleeping with????
xoxo,
