Yes folks, there is actually a third installment to this saga. Call it the Back to the Future of the stuffed creature community. For any newcomers, Part One involved me purchasing a delightful stuffed carrot for my friends’ new baby but coveting the carrot only to relinquish it to the rightful, age appropriate infant owner in shame. Part Two was a triumphant gift from my bro and sister-in-law of a carrot all of my own.
This tale begins between Parts One and Two. A good friend of mine, Liz, was visiting me in LA. On a brief break from our celeb-hunting and exotic cocktail hoggery, she asked to use my computer back at the homestead. I neglected to hide any shameful files before handing it over. My shameful dossiers are not the typical pornographic pictorial folders or unsent angst-riddled email drafts. Mine was a jpeg on the desktop called “Carrotman”. What is this, Liz asked? It was too late. I allowed her to open up the picture, which revealed a lovely shot of me and, yes, the original, unrequited carrot.
A friend for some years, she was nonplussed and used to my quirks, for which I am grateful. I only incurred a relatively light teasing. When I received my personal carrot, she was one of the first I informed. I think she was truly pleased. Cut to a couple months later. I arrived home late the other night to find a curious FedEx box sent by Liz at my door. Gifts! With trepidation I removed the packing tape barrier. Lo! Inside was Carrotman’s vegetable cousin, Mr. Broccoli.
Gleeful is all I can say. Enjoy the picture of my growing veggie brood. For extra shame credits, I have them reading my Soap Opera Digest.