(What of it? My semi-cool facade melted away after I started wearing a kid on each hip. I have learned to embrace my inner-dweeb!)
I'm not kidding that even still to this day that if I hear a funny noise in the middle of the night or something super creepy like that, I will immediately squeeze my eyes shut and think of Mr. Rogers. It's true. This might mean that I have issues, but I'm cool with that because my love for Freddybaby runs that deep and true.
HEY RICHIE! GIVE MY LOVE TO ALL THOSE HOOTERS GIRLS! HAHA!
4 comments:
Mr. Rogers was always my absolute FAVORITE. I literally cried and was extremely upset for quite some time when I learned of his passing. You are not alone. I haven't introduced the boys to him yet for fear of rejection. It would break my heart if they didn't like him.
I heard a cool story about Mr. Rogers. He lived in Pittsburgh and in the 1990s, his car was stolen. Because of what was in it the thieves realized who the owner was and they returned it with a note of apology. (I'm not making this up -- the Wall Street Journal reported on it).
I used to love to watch Mr. Rogers too! I even went to see him in person and got an autographed photo. Don't know where it is now...probably somewhere in my mom's house with all the rest of my childhood things.
I have no idea what you are talking about! :)
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