I decided against the green sequins I originally picked out. Instead, Stanislav got some snazzy mini-stars suckers. Let me tell you, it's a *pain* to put on the suckers after you've sewn on the legs. My floss kept getting tangled in all his loopy legs.
I also should have known better than to play chess with him. When I wasn't looking, the little sneak tried to make off with a pawn. Naughty Stanislav.
Am I the only one that gets a kick out of naming things? Probably not. Naming the octopus Stanislav makes me giggle every time I say/type it. I also like to name inanimate possessions sometimes. Someday I'll have to tell you guys about our awesome bedside lamps.
Last week, as a joke, Andrew asked me what the vacuum cleaner's name was. Instantly, I said, "Mortimer Landsdown." Since that time, he's become a much talked about member of our family. When I got my coat out of the closet yesterday Mortimer fell over on me, and I had to tell him that he wasn't allowed to go on walks with us. Poor Mortimer.