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Cafes for Men? Cafes for Women?
Enough is enough! No one ever thinks about places to eat for the under served!
So, I've jumped onto Mommy's keyboard to ask all other toys to come in and enjoy some teddy-home cooking.
My name is Spaulding. I'm the tall handsome one in the photo. The little guy, (What little? I'm really big! You should see our little brother Phil if you want to see little. ::::and Mommy instantly steps in before Phil joins the argument:::, is my brother Teddy. We've put on our chef's hats to serve you an assortment of yummies. Just know we get to eat the hotdogs.
So, please, toys unite! All toys! Not just stuffed animals. (Although, of course, stuffies are the bestest!) It's time to come out of the closet, off the dusty shelves, and away from our hotdogs to spend some time getting to know each other while these Menz and Womenz have their own cafes. We are the under served! So pull up a table and feel free to tell us about yourselves.
And, until you are brave enough to do that, don't mind us, as we sit in the chez, (which is cafe in French, wee?) with our newspaper and soda (where is our coffee, Mommy), waiting for you.
Phil is the cute one in front of the other two.
(Sorry, but Phil had something he wanted to get off his chest, before I let Spaulding post this. BTW, I'm "Mommy." aka Lynn aka Depleted. And I approve this message. )
Enough is enough! No one ever thinks about places to eat for the under served!
So, I've jumped onto Mommy's keyboard to ask all other toys to come in and enjoy some teddy-home cooking.
My name is Spaulding. I'm the tall handsome one in the photo. The little guy, (What little? I'm really big! You should see our little brother Phil if you want to see little. ::::and Mommy instantly steps in before Phil joins the argument:::, is my brother Teddy. We've put on our chef's hats to serve you an assortment of yummies. Just know we get to eat the hotdogs.
So, please, toys unite! All toys! Not just stuffed animals. (Although, of course, stuffies are the bestest!) It's time to come out of the closet, off the dusty shelves, and away from our hotdogs to spend some time getting to know each other while these Menz and Womenz have their own cafes. We are the under served! So pull up a table and feel free to tell us about yourselves.
And, until you are brave enough to do that, don't mind us, as we sit in the chez, (which is cafe in French, wee?) with our newspaper and soda (where is our coffee, Mommy), waiting for you.
Phil is the cute one in front of the other two.
(Sorry, but Phil had something he wanted to get off his chest, before I let Spaulding post this. BTW, I'm "Mommy." aka Lynn aka Depleted. And I approve this message. )