So, knowing that I am completely obsessed with sharks (and not in a good way. In a “Oh-god-please-don’t-make-me-go-into-the-water-because-the-sharks-will-eat-me” way), while shopping at Ikea last weekend, the BF bought me a shark puppet. That’s right. A. Shark. Puppet.
Being an American, I can get away with kind of ridonkulous behaviour. They expect us to be a bit crazy, really. It just pleases me to no end that the BF goes along with (and ENJOYS!) it as well.
And Sammy was so good on his day out, we bought him a treat before going home:
So, the you’ve met the newest member of my English group. Expect more shenanigans to follow.