A Bean a day keeps the psychiatrist away...

Today was a bad day. And when I say bad I mean 'I must have killed a load of kittens in a past life to deserve this never-ending hell' kind of day. So I am home from work, hair standing on end in some freakish half quiff where I have been pulling it out and I decide to get on SL for a bit to relax.

Except, just now, its not quite the same. Because, due to some death-wish oompa loompa with excessive horticultural tendencies I am missing the normal dulcet tones that greet me....'ello wifey hows you chickie?'

Frankly speaking, I miss my beanie. Without her Beavie is just....well its just Evie. And laughing at some stupid joke no one else gets on your own isn't quite the same.

So why....why do we all miss her so much? Well me - she makes me laugh till I cry and sometimes just plain cry. She dedicates songs to me like 'I use to love her but I had to kill her' (still sulking). In nearly a year of fakey wedded bliss she has never failed to make time to listen to my gibberish, give fabulous advice and nip me hard when its needed.

She has an unfailing wish to just help people. She is our resident doctor, psychologist and advice line for almost any issue. The one thing she wanted to put on sim when we opened was the Beanie Booth....guess what - to offer advice on health, emotional, mental and other issues (for those who haven't yet sampled this months advice on feeling your bits to make sure they are dangling proper you are missing out!!)

And I am pretty sure just about everyone one of you folks privileged to be on her contact list feels exactly the same.

And right now she needs a little nuturing...the oompa loompa is off the christmas card list. So take a minute to drop her an offline to say you miss her.

So to sum up. Yes I am capable of feelings (stop the looks of surprise) and I adore my dorkbrain wifey. So if any of you see a furtive oompa loompa with plant food and a watering can send him in my direction. I have a rusty spoon with his name on it.