Confession: I still have my first ever teddy bear. My mom made him for me from a Simplicity pattern (or maybe it was McCall's), out of a coat that my brother had outgrown. He's all blue corduroy and fleece, with blue/green-blue plaid patchwork on his ears and paws. Hence, his name is Blue Bear. He's missing an eye, but that's okay because they were of the sew-on button variety, which can be pulled off and eaten, and if I ever have a kid to pass him on to I was going to replace them with something safer anyway. He's had to be sewn up a few times over the years, but otherwise he's aged remarkably well. Despite having frayed patchwork on his ears, he's an excellent listener. Always has been. He is an ever loyal companion, Blue Bear is.

Now for the real confession: I still sleep with him. Every night. I even take him on trips. I'm going to be 28 in less than two months, and I can't fall asleep without my little blue bear. My dog and cat I could do without, and would in fact probably sleep much better without a dog on my bed constantly licking himself throughout the night and a cat-butt in my face, but I simply must have my teddy bear.

I am a sad, simple girl.

Speaking of sad and simple, here are spoilers for tomorrow night's continued Spike-fest. I warn you, though, I read the summary (I haven't read the captions), and it messed me up. Seriously. Read at your own emotional risk.

• Loey's Early Bird Review
  
  
• Closed Captioning