Mini E to the ER!

I know, I know, it's been waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too long since I updated and I've kept my awesome and loyal readers waiting. Sorry, muff donkeys (oh yeah, I got my very own copy of Creative Cursing!), real life is still kicking my ass and I'm trying to recover from some craziness around here. It's going. I won't say it's going well, but it's going. And I didn't want another day to go by without a post on my dearest blog, so here it is!

Unfortunately, I am the bearer of some seriously horrible news. The other day, as I was driving down the road sonB informed me that "Edward lost his foot." This proclamation made me gasp in surprise and confusion. You see, sonB has been playing with Mini E a lot lately (which made Mommy so proud!) and I was pretty certain that E was with sonB at that time. Losing a foot??? WTF????? So I tried to stay calm and asked "What do you MEAN, lost his foot?!"

That's when sonB produced Mini E from the war zone that is the Back Seat of my car. What I saw almost stopped my heart.

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Seriously? For real? Mini E WITHOUT HIS FOOT!?!!?! *weeps* I am completely heartbroken by this. I don't know what we're going to do, especially since I scoured the back seat and didn't find the missing foot. Mini E is, naturally, more upset about it than I am and has fallen into a depression. I had to get out my AnnaBella Barbie doll to help console him. It helped a little.

Barbie AB is almost as good as AB. I do believe Mini E was checking out her rack...

So sonB has been forbidden from playing with Mini E ever again. He really did like the little guy, but that's all over now. We feel betrayed.

Looks innocent, doesn't he? Don't be fooled! I thought only another vampire could damage my mini-bloodsucker, but I was wrong! SonB has super-human strength!

I have tried to come up with some good solutions to this problem, but it's got me and E perplexed. Thankfully, I do have an abundance of toys around here, and I have considered doing a transplant... but things aren't looking good for that.

I must say that Commodore Norrington was NOT pleased that his tiny boots were being considered for this. He was a bit... indignant. Sorry, James!

Mulder was kind enough to offer, but alas, his feet are also too small. Besides, Scully was really pissed that he offered.

Can you see the longing in Mini E's eyes?

Scully felt a little bitchy for being so unhelpful, so she did offer to do the surgery... if we can ever figure out a prosthetic. So we're just waiting now.

Prepped for surgery

We borrowed a shoe from our Troy (HSM) doll. It at least allowed him to stand upright again. This may be a viable option, but E would prefer a brown or black shoe.

Mini E and I have talked and he won't even let me consider replacing me with another Mini E. I wouldn't want to anyway. He's only been with me for a short time, but we've truly bonded. We've had some really great times, so I thought I'd share some of them with you now. Remember the good times, and all that.

Mini E Memories

Mini E helped me pick out Valentine's Day cards. He was insulted that they would label Twilight cards for "Teen Girls." Psh! He knows they're for more mature women- like me.

Mini E enjoyed hanging out at bunco with JHB. He told me later that he wished she'd have put him in her pants.

He just doesn't get the human food. Cupcakes? Eww.

Raw meat? Oh yeah! But Mini E, next time you might wanna wait until we take it out of the plastic...

And because I'm a fanny bandit (thanks, Creative Cursing!), I don't have any pictures of Mini E at Seaworld or Disney World! I took him both days that we visited the parks, but I foolishly forgot to get him out for pictures! I feel horrible about this, but at least we did have fun messing with the bag inspectors. It was awesome to have someone check out my purse, open up the inner flap, catch site of Mini E's perfectly coiffed, plastic head and do a double take. Cracked me up each time. The good thing is that they didn't see him as a threat, so he got to come in with us.

While I don't have Disney pics, I did manage to get some good shots of him at the zoo last month.

"Ooh! A grizzly! Where's Emmett??" Yes, that really is a bear in the background, I promise.

He pondered what elephant blood would taste like. That would fill him for weeks! But then the smell coming from the mounds of shit made him think it wasn't such a great idea.

I had to hold him back when we got to the lion display. He WANTED them, with a passion. Good thing he's small and somewhat easy to control.

Hopefully we'll have a solution for poor Mini E's foot soon. When we do, we'll let you all know! I was going to post about the acquisition of a brand-new Full Size Edward, but with Mini E feeling so bad about himself, I didn't want to make him feel more inadequate. Next time, scrotum danglers!!

(Please don't take offense of the name calling!! This is a way that I show how much I love you all!)