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salimoo
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Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
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Our tech team has launched updates to The Nest today. As a result of these updates, members of the Nest Community will need to change their password in order to continue participating in the community. In addition, The Nest community member's avatars will be replaced with generic default avatars. If you wish to revert to your original avatar, you will need to re-upload it via The Nest.
If you have questions about this, please email help@theknot.com.
Thank you.
Note: This only affects The Nest's community members and will not affect members on The Bump or The Knot.
November
Is this what DeeWee looked like? I added a goatee and mustache for extra bastardness.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
Re: November
Ha! Strikingly similar. Except he was a plain white bread sandwich. Not a fancy roll. He also had a little more of a youthful way about him. Perhaps that tuna sandwich is Deewee's dad or uncle.
I bet dee wee smells.
FWIW, I pictured him as a sandwich where his bread made the mouth.
Kristen, that right there is Deewee's friend, Memmy. He used to hang out with her instead of me.
EAB, Deewee was my imaginary friend as a child. He looked like a human-sized tuna fish sandwich. He would periodically have plans on his own and neglect to invite me along. My mom would find me playing by myself and sullen. She'd ask where Deewee was, and I would say that he was playing with his other friends and I wasn't invited. That's why he was a bastard.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
Moo, I don't recall having any particular affinity for tuna fish sandwiches. My mom just said she heard me talking one day, came in to ask who I was talking to, and I answered, "Deewee" I will give my mom credit - she let my imagination do whatever it wanted to do, and never told me imaginary friends weren't real. All family members would ask me where Deewee was before sitting down (apparently I had a meltdown once when my Grandpa sat on him), and would try to include him in the conversation (as best they could).
I don't consider myself a particularly creative person, per se, but as a kid I was always daydreaming. I was a total space cadet and would be lost in my imaginary world for hours. It got me in a lot of trouble in school because I just could not focus to save my life.
November had a way better imagination than I did.
My imaginary friend was Jackie. I remember her being around when I was 5-ish. She had long black hair, was French, was my size (even though I imagined her to be an adult), and carried a purse (guess I liked accessories back then).
I actually think I based her off of a General Hospital character after seeing it at my grandparents' house (Finola Hughes perhaps? Apparently, my 5 y.o. self thought she was French).
We went to Williamsburg when I was 8 or 9. I got super bored, so I decided to re-invent Jackie. We hung out for a couple of hours, but then I felt really weird about having an imaginary friend, so she disappeared for good that day.