Last night Louise and I were eating dinner together. She kept trying to tell me something over and over again, but I couldn't understand what it was that she was saying. She began to get frustrated and finally leaned in close to my face and yelled "I'M FOZZY BEAR!" as clear as daylight. I laughed so hard I nearly spit my brown rice across the room.
Yes, we have been listening to the Muppets CD quite a bit lately...
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I have a thing for Fozzy Bear actually. I even had a stuffed Fozzy in my early childhood days. My uncle Ron did a great impression of him. It was the only Christmas we ever spent at home in Winston-Salem. I still love Fozzy...
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